See the lizard with the walking stick
An absurd rhythm  
It applies to a scurried gate
For fashion it would suit him
Only if he were made
A hat band  
For my houndstooth fedora
  
The green flash
And blue feather
Would bring out my eye
  
I eye him  
With a curiosity
And enough desire now
To make his skinny neck gulp
  
A new bejiggity  
Gitter up and go
Now see him drop the stick
He fast approaches frantic
And also drops his tail
  
The fine neon stripe  
Of tail had done him much less damage  
Than the stick
Both attempts at vanity
Utter failures in the end
  
I pick them up both
Twirling one on my left finger
One on my right
See the stick
She matches my fine shoes
See the neon flash of tail
Now curling from my pocket?  
  
Don’t his tail make the perfect  
Company for the green in my eye?