nickels

What kind of fruitcake could attend
lectures on agoraphobia in forgotten baby carriages
vultures stay away from at all costs,
while empires are collapsing and
stepladders, plungers and teaspoons
falling from above? Why do moons and cities
teem with timid houseflies, the bottoms
of mirrors with melting inedible ice cream?
The history of boredom deserves mountains of nickels.

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