SQUASH

As a rabbit might wear a leaf of garbage as he busts mad from the top
Of a stovepipe while dragging a windless kite, we will find this prized magi
Left to one device as the holy fool shrinks back into port of his old,
Shriveled wand–wherein, wherein, wherein fact he still might be preparing

To mind the gap of time all at once; with the blink of an eye & out from
A circus peanut crumb placed inside one hourglass, the audience spies
The Mooncalf as he snaps back to a more considerable size–his red eye
Hailing not the yellow cab, which he thought might land him somewhere

In Sanghai, but to everyone’s surprise, an elephant as she stamps
Through the main theater doors, making for this final act of squash.