The pineapple’s teeth are sticking out.
Not the head! The body!
Who drops from above.
Whose loaves are off limits.
They will never get my loaf
I was going to eat
until the dentist. That villain!

The imperial marble crumbles, it winds
as in lusophone,
downriver, lazily dissolved by
appealing S’s coiling
across the plains, the savanna. A victrola
plays to no one. An umbrella
drink waits under an umbrella
a long time for a mouth.