leading with his chin, though bristling
with military honor, camp and ora pro nobis, rolling out
the red carpet of chance on a plea
that you might give others a front-row seat:
Lady, take off your hat. So extra-special.,.
Other times, it would be a roof-garden
like the one Rauschenberg has,
being no Nebuchadnezzar of the bush,
or, standing on your head,
feeling the earth has “hung” a lawn
and these dogs have come to bite you “where it hurts”