“The Looking Church”

It is raining and there is a phoenix on the street corner selling tickets

To a show no one will ever see his red plumage scattered at his feet

While his neighbor the hound avoids his own tawny complexion in

The mirror a group of ibex run past with branches cradled over their

Heads startling twenty-three conspiracy pigeons and one assassin cat 

The badger behind the wheel of an expensive beetle with silver horns

Locked together with a short orange giraffe suffering from a mad god

Complex she won’t ever make the front page run by some sort of scarab

Cult and their fascination with spiders and their snatched snip politics

Printed off the hides of the pups who lived in that alley once upon a time

It is raining and there is a peacock carrying too many feathers in her arms

To the office where she is devoured by asking blue eyes and unwanted

Claws in another block a fox slipping an emerald into her coat pocket

She’ll sell it to that jackrabbit the white one covered in gold body glitter

Living above a deli with druggie bluegills and their grey water cameras 

The lonely black bear sitting on that empty stoop his ears cropped to

Perfection once upon a time but now limp like the old sloth too slow for

Change who was gobbled up by that tricky adder in the city’s basement

While the weasels stood on their hind legs and watched with petty grins

As a sparrow pushed a stroller past a group of smoking leather stallions

It is raining and the flamingos go to school with their ballet shoes they all

Look the same at least in a cluster the neon panther hurrying them along

While a raven flies overhead her talons filled with love notes from her

Lover a pretty quetzal more queer than she is cousins with the lion who

Rents downtown in a flat made of skin and stolen yellow beehives.

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