Stealing Idi Amin’s Coffee

We were going to say something about hell

but we lost our nerve

or our protractor

or something

Baby gorillas

Luggage

There were a lot of those mobile things

you know what I mean,

made of marble, with the rubber nipples—

No, petcock

I wonder about Walter, we all do,

how long can he keep wearing that Walter face

We were waiting for the throw rugs

He took up his pen with a flourish

but that was it

There was a great crash of ice

from the other room

They were like a pair of dice

but no one noticed

Life went on

but we were in Tucson