find deep within the old memory coat

a cricket bag you ate from

its sweet smiling apology



acceptance awaits you

don't be afraid to cherish it



look it up in the bookmobile

look it up in the gun rack

in the magazine rack, and the map



for it is only after the fence comes down

that the cartoon bubble explodes

and the new party begins

invitation only in stealing a senator's suitcase

let them out and dance for the ant-god



like scary magnets

to pounce upon command

upon the man, the man called aerodynamics