Don’t French, zero woofing, there are no rain checks
or recompense due to inclement weather, one
whistle means wave-particle duality, peacocks
roam freely so please stare into their hundred eyes
and fall into a fugue induced fug, piñatas
must be packed with seeds, feathers, guavas,
and cane drops, mind the holy smokes heaving between
the black aspens, they’re not the strain
of spirit one goes home with, two whistles mean
love which means walk backwards until your head
splits another’s head, eyes are not required
to weep until the cows come home from the moon-
drop soup, but, no tears please unless lifeguards
are on duty, in their high chairs, daubing
their buff bodies with liquid paper, remember
no matter how clean your hands may be, skin,
human skin and tears carry oils and acids that
are hell to seriousness, to weight and the sense
of spirit one goes home with, three whistles mean
everyone must clear the air, school mascots
must be escorted by the elderly, tails pinned
to balloons, red for mammals, green for lizards,
use oyster knives to open all fists, palms
must be packed with seeds, feathers, guavas,
plant your teeth into the old picket fence
and hold on tight, sick spacetime ahead,
relax with the funny papers and a spitty
syringeful of Dramamine then walk to the plaza
to watch a girl spin plates, last bell means ha-ha-
lelujah, which means walk backwards until your head
splits another’s head, eyes are not required
to lead your dog, at dusk, through the fading woods.