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I go to a yard sale
in the City of Lost Hope
I pick up the old man's
pornographic kaleidoscope
Kaleidorotica, kaleidorotica
Tumbling neud figures
are hypnotic. A
mirror multiplies them into
optical
illusions that crack their reflections
like plate tectonics
"That's not for sale," he says.
"I'm sorry."
I failed to collect:
I lost the game of Katamari.
Kaleidorotica, kaleidorotica
Trapped in a novelty
Trapped in a novelty
Trapped in a novelty
Trapped in a novelty
Trapped in a novelty,
their love is quixotic.
Kaleidorotica, kaleidorotica
Kaleidorotica
pressed against my eye
I set it down and drink all night
and kiss this town good-bye