Eat an ice cream cone, upside-down
Bite a the tip and slurp
Sweet cool juices, through the pinhole, stop
the milky dregs,
with your thumb, then press
your finger-prints in a sticky row
along the shiny chome edge of
a pharmacy counter.
Sail a fat
bicycle, red
with gearless hips to a distant neighborhood,
get lost
ask for directions,
then
peddle backwards
carefully
until you arrive at
a map.
Trade broken earrings for wilted lettuce
Antique mirrors,
and your most
precious
fourth-generation family heirloom
for empty gum wrappers
while singing
the chorus for a deaf symphony
out loud,
in the words
of a foreign language.
Try, everyday to cheat
at chess
using strategies developed by the top Russian scientists
in the park
where old men challenge children
who invariably win
by chasing pigeons
into flight.
