These days our village sounds to me
like a giant ocean shell
between ventricles of hippocampi,
and foaming with chilled Korbel.
Is this a fin de siècle or what?
An ex-princess ovulated a kumquat -
the royal palms in Beverly Hills
felt no longer at ease,
and dropped their crown on sidewalks;
prime news blamed a mysterious disease.
Not only that -
cute pompom chips from Intel
in a Kalalau Valley bonsai.