Seamless Igloo Pelican, You Old Christmas, You

Ice-grass, single thread, left from lightest
beneath a greenly branch twist,
Oh, forgive it
the least copper-edged thaw,
before the nap plastic pelican.

Curly shaves, little black, scratched nail dugouts
along the tulip arm quilled,
Old, poly outlive it,
the underneath fingernail moon,
before the slap fine delicate.

Old poly you're insane,
Old poly you're insane,
Baker-roll it five miles long,
Split-dough pieces water-oiled,
Old poly you're insane.

Shade-cord, mingled bead, right hand dominant
blister ring floss the toothcake slivers,
Oh, deliver it
the least icepick-fest, fishy mouthed
bird wax melted.

Science rag, earthquake pages, pasty wood slices
beside the settling wings,
Own, beehive it,
ghost of the window-shopper sucker who stared
to get it.

Old poly you're insane,
Old poly you're insane,
Baker-roll it five miles long,
Split-dough pieces water-oiled,
Old poly you're insane.