Surface to dare, clap & wave

idly as blowfly lands on beer can’s lip

      plastic Buddha cracks

his Borgnine grin

        & Manager man sayeth: “Consider Sun Tzu…

Sisyphus, the drying wings

of cormorant…

      Imagine riding the elephant”—

Heaving spring heatwave

red poetical jellyfish

        rash, sweaty stinky armpit thunder—

                                   “But the farmers had moved away,

                                   the barn was abandoned and the granary

                                   stood empty. And since winter was not far off,

                                   the little mice began to gather corn and nuts

                                   and wheat and straw. They all worked day and night.

                                   All—except Frederick.” 
                                   *
                  “No beetroot, please…”
                                   *
Meld song’s mire balcony daze sun-bright Tuesday

hangover. Drop saw nail gun currawong map

of Croatia—

      Busted thong. Leafy street daydream

smiley life palaver. A job is a job

is a job. “Are you

for real?”
*
“Yeah…nah…maybe”—

        “What is the scope of your work?” Huh?

“Scope.” Recall Dinger Bell: “Ya got shit

in yr ears?” Add eyes. DOOR

THAT SLIDES.

Dear Sir.

Quoted passage – beginning ‘But the farmers had moved away’ to ‘All – except Frederick’ – from Leo Lionni’s Frederick.

(Collins Picture Lions: 1974).