The Lizard and the Walking Stick

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 a 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?