the iced iguana falls
and releases a signal of vapor
like a bottle of perfume
that a long course
of highway inspires
and a retiree aspirates

the liquidated beach house
and liquidized wife
congregate in dry feet
to make pitter-patter
of population

when we build it
it isn’t here

the intrusive mickey mouse
whose head is full to bursting
with melting chocolate
makes insincere remonstrance to
the club shooter the thumb biter
the idle and wild gubernatorial stench
and always the teacups

if you cover the sun
with an orange the eclipse makes
shadow puppet anita bryant

sing on the rollercoaster
a poverty song
and ask yourself
if not the heat then when?