Things, no matter what they are,
Can get out of control.

The world in its caprice
Will deign to say it knows us both

For years the thought of you scorched my eyeballs

Was there room in museums
Especially set aside for other
Museums when they visited? 

In the high school band, knees furiously
Pumping while atop her hat
She wore a great white plume. 

Sad as you soaped me in the bath
And as you fidgeted with watches
You no longer fixed.

But when I least expect it, I find that
They are stirring cornstarch through my blood,
Mortaring the hinges of my knee.

The dog is seated by the victrola
listening, head cocked

to the voice of his master

 A man rents two bears. One of the bears wears a little blue fez; on his vest is his name: ‘Bruno.’ The other bear wears a red fez. His vest says ‘Hugo.’ The man takes the bears home with him.

When our semi-conductor
Raised his baton, we sat there
Gaping at Marche Militaire,