The group of palms from It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World
The little circle into which the angels
Draw up their mouths
In the prologue to Joseph the Provider
That backless chair with its right leg reduced
And then the topheavy little ring about to tip to the right
And ah the slippery small serpent sneaking up from its shaft

The stout bracket half a pair of bookends
And now the best part the pince-nez
Nestled within a kind of ocularity
Intoning surprised gratification
Toward the Wizard of Ooze
Though here shook and put into a lower sonority
And a trestle a fragment shored against one’s ruins

A second right-facing majuscule bookend
And atop a chimney a miniscule oily glob
A tiny smokestack with
A puff from Popeye’s pipe
And angular and asymmetrical
A second trestle leaning against
A short stout fellow in a silent comedy Laurel and Hardy hat