There were never two men named Charles
in spite of what they both said
there were never two wives of two men named Charles.
There weren’t four children of two wives of two
men named Charles, and they didn’t
have eight pets, and forget about everything
you think you know,
nobody ever gave them sixteen names
thirty-two Christmas presents
or sixty-four walks around the park.
None of that ever happened.
come along come come come
that is fine
no no need for that and no time
for the need to account for the world is a pressing need
for instance that squirrel
must be put into her proper slot SHARP! SHARP! SHARP! SHARP!
the wellfed mastiff was
since the rain stopped
well well we will see about that
come along shall we here is a street for us to walk along I’ll show you the way
I’m sure there’s something
let us keep on
there that’s fine
O happy dog!
The waves are a perfect flock
endlessly to herd.
Here's a fat thing, a bubble.
Air bobs it. It flirts with light,
sucks blue from the sky.
It wants to wander, but where?
There's no wind to show a way.
Without a goal to vex it,
it stays a toy, untroubled.
A dog comes nosing, smelling soap,
then yelps and shies.
The bubble spits a rainbow as it dies.
(photos by RolandasJ, carterse)