"Inscrutable obelisks of depravity" dropped through the sun,
the tongue and the tone in the fire
of the sun. The bad cats in Bellingham,
and those talking cats on the Sound,
making the kinds of great paintings that can tear off your face,
hiding a basilisk in three point harbor time.

Potation of the potable, keeping of messes,
cleaning of the hems especially, and mending of ice skates:
when Eponymous B Proboscis puts a bag of black plastic spiders
in the microwave to 'make them come alive,' these are
the duties of this prodigious chambermaid.