Vague intuitive spectacles make up the logo
That supplements the site of terse revelation
The Pisgah sight of dividends bubbling impetuously
A wavering field gules with azure bendy
And the legend emblazoned bone-white
Woe ye who embrace chimeric phantasmata

The industrious neighbors build greenhouses
Doghouses swallowhouses and a subterranean cocktail lounge
Upholstered it was said in chlorophyll vinyl with poppy piping
Hot and cold running waxfruit and felt ventilation
While a billboard out on the drag rages in viscous animation
I make sexy teeth

The family reunion degenerated into commercial appeal
One-sided stereo sets
A scheme for harvesting underutilized skymiles
Left boot sent on approval
A book of quotations from the late great Al Jolson
Oh Joe you are a real man after all

Doc note I’d diet on cod
If I could cantilever the murmuring protoplasms
Greenfern Lane used to be full of toads
Wearing sunglasses as I recall
Sipping mai tais under the banana leaves
Beside the heap of CRTs