IN WHICH FANTASIES ARE FATAL

and the waffle maiden
takes a few cushioned blows
from the butter knight

and the kid can't take a hint
when the snakes hiss-hush
his uninterrupted meddling

and the gorilla seemingly lost
in the chilly northern forests
hurtling away from help

and the protagonist pulled
apart like braised pork raises
an objection to window shades

and this performance portends
a little levity shining an irrational
light far up into the rafters