As I pass the gates of Buckingham Palace
I'm exposed in a hundred Japanese cameras,
like a fossil, flash-frozen in Kodachrome.

 I descend on Holborn's escalator
watching my wives pass by on the opposite side,

At the next table
a woman in patent shoes,
blue summer shift

This pair of pants has four pockets.
It can be seen how lovely they all are
carrying their duty-free cargo and passing

Under the weather would put one
just about left of the cirrus and right of
the objective correlative,

Dürer’s fame meant he could sometimes pay with
his own woodcut prints and chalk drawings. 
This time, however, borax was partial payment for

Cheapest gas for miles around.
One VW bug, two pickups & a 4x4
nudge for position,

First, pick up chicken, rock back
& forth, back & forth, then set down.

In my arms, lilacs like a former lover—
no heartbeat, no elevator.
The garden pantomimes its tactics. Now

These strawberries announce desire like roosters,
Their reveille lasting till well past noon.
No mouth domesticates their primal sirens,