One for busybodies
One for frying chickens alive
One for crying aloud in the night
at the beginning of night watches
One for eating sweets with rice
One for butterfly collecting
—god, what an evil hobby—
gassing living things to itemize
in your hovel in England
One borderline
One-bedroom disaster mansion
One black hole & bad experiment
One romantic Wow! after another
One forest becomes abundantly fell
One millihelen, the quantum of beauty
required to launch One warship
One snatches us from fairgrounds, wriggling, out . . .
One sifts you into aerosol . . .
a spray of rose oil pretty as powder
adrift within waves of radio water
One downgrades bodies to zero status
& wakes up whistling Dixie
One is a killing jar—
even calls itself that
One of One desire—
eat every animal
in God’s Good Claymation