My little bone rack
with Popeye strength and Popeye ink
You remind me of a fruit roll-up,
of the compressed air under grates,
Of the words sylph and sliver
Indian Princess of banana cookies,
bunny and Honey Bun saver
You came and killed the black dog
today, trained it I mean to
Lie down! and Roll over!
Trained the wind to splash my face
through your car window
To make me smile, at the fortune,
the finger-trap and toy mouse
It said Good Things Are Coming:
it said this about you.