things move around

A lulzy jaguar drifts belly-up,
occluding, momentarily, a car
with scarlet wheels and bilious green chassis;
a crazed macaw descends erumpently;
an elephant shields a llama on her lap
as past her shoulder bobs the jaguar.

Untoadlike, trippingly, a fumulus
condenses on the mirror. I recite
the one about the drunken sailor’s dream,
the blackbird one, the one about ice-cream:
words not worth thruppence, so much gnurr, and thus
words undisableable and apposite.