Iron Pupa Nemesis

now the yellow kitchen is gray
from sunshine of the emperors to
brain.

some bird watches almost muddy tires
roll, and the bird shit spreads in
the rain.

sweet old nabe, the muckaluck goos
go wander by, none say hi, and all
are already prowling for sugars

love duds up the spume,
and any sort of vertebral velvet connection
may enter its leaf museum

Southwest F.O.B.
and the Larry Kane show
out of Houston

Some kid kalled Danny
dressing like a brit

Lord Font Leroy
didn't grow
in Vernon