Top of the fountain jet 
White diamond liquid sun fire

The Baby commits evil deeds unseen.

We all went to the Zoo.
That’s one thing done.

Why do I fear the true winter death to come
I guess I’ve lived without seasons much too long

Dear Cleo, I can’t complain about your absence 
Nor excuse my failure to call you sooner 
I mistook you for your sister and 

So I’ll speak ill of the dead. A was crooked,
planting the small left finger of the raccoon in the upholstery
before he sold the car. B made certain to point out Celia’s

Damn it Graw you’ve got the sponge
on the wrong side of the ketchup bottle.
Have not shithead. And thus we drift

Gentlest hull of bond, tendons that bear
to work a gait, sentiment that brought you here:
at the window in the dark, speaking tongues

I wanted the gigando set in this corner here,
the 36 incher under the row of cornapples
hung just as the greasy greasy grannies done.

This is the repugnant part, where now
you covet the loss which a moment before
brought you the severed torso in the dream.

What he had said came back to him.
Sectioned seat, sectioned seat.
The lift caught wind and swayed him in.