from Cabinet

Windfall
Are you having trouble starting the engine?
Here, this feijoa might help. After all,
it’s spring and the month rhymes
with dismember. Don’t mind if I do.
Lately my temper’s as rickety as silk.
It’s a yard of stale cologne.
The moon, an antique dirigible.
Amy’s been working on a new installation
called “Anatomy: A Noh Play.”
Everybody’s mutilated, in one way or another.
Am I afraid of the mechanics of growth?
Windfall feijoas all over the footpath?
I don’t know where I’m going
with this or any other vehicle.
That’s the kicker, kid. You never do.