Plump, Juicy, Red, Sweet Plums

Plump, juicy, red, sweet plums in a basket in the rain beside the green wheelbarrow with rabbits of magical capabilities in the left palms of their hands wearing bowties and bowing to everyone they see on their ways to temples of knowledge with altars of desire to mate like rabbits to make hare and rabbit children hare and now and here hear, hear the wonderful news that Alice brings from velvety underground Lou Reed eats a very yellow banana drawn or created by the first letter of the alphabet and then the you and you for a last name building art factories inviting everyone who is who with a name planted in the page three of a newspaper at some point in time in their lives famous for seventeen or seventy-three seconds and everyone gets a fair deal when some of everyone who isn’t everyone gets the short end of the stick short-changed in the bargain change being the only constant and all those every one of every cliché that one should avoid even once in a lifetime of an opportunity knock, knock, knocking on east or west home is the place that is wet where charity begins from along with unity is the strongest in the world like boxers who were sent to jail and the others that raised their fists up high in the air in rings I am the greatest to propose to a woman to ask do you after which she must have forgotten to say I do like a mad donkey that brays for a better tomorrow with its palms held together in the utterance of a silent litany of a poem on the underground wall of four letters