dropping polaroids onto the town
dropping polaroids ( they
been kept in a old box ) from
the balcony ( this home is in
fact a penthouse way up high )
really angered the tailor ( why? )
every time the images roll over
and over in the daylight city:
the sun grabs ‘em, sparkles ‘em,
melts ‘em drip schlooping on
the grand tapestry hung today for
the arrival.
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