find deep within the old memory coat 

a cricket bag you ate from 

its sweet smiling apology 



acceptance awaits you 

don't be afraid to cherish it



look it up in the bookmobile 

look it up in the gun rack 

in the magazine rack, and the map 



for it is only after the fence comes down 

that the cartoon bubble explodes 

and the new party begins 

invitation only in stealing a senator's suitcase

let them out and dance for the ant-god 



like scary magnets

to pounce upon command 

upon the man, the man called aerodynamics