Addressed to the Department of Municipal Ethics -

behold now lo a four-thousand-pound rhinoceros spun spinning around inside a busy-colored concrete mixer's drum squidded with phallic lilies.
now sunny side down now up now clockmouth horn gone counter now aftermath & patted path of mac & mud climbing to the paste sky.

the sky that is that is like a half-hit fly's left wing.
at that kind of angle to the furry fuselage.
& leaking fuel.
say now I think I see Ben Jonson in the shower.
wow he looks like Jackie Gleason an animated bale of whey & bazooka's back-blast of furnace breath like so much puppy puke in a patent-leather dancing pump.

did you ever see a pump dancing.
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