That Blasted Maintenance Team at Disneyland (Maxwell, Len, et al.)

Nothing but moos and little princes, moods,
because we can’t get at it. Clouds,
dew, and a sketch around a fruit we are due
to be forgetting—we can feel it! We can feel
our phones in our hands as we tap and we hear
the noise of an engine, the coo of a dove,
the signal of an illusion as they have no doves
in hell? Blimey. Not used that before.

Painting furniture would be a fine thing
but it’s all stuck down. We’ve just noticed
we aren’t counting anything either—not breaking a sweat.
Should it be a slightly tilted lamp, this building?
Maybe next time we could have the duck.
Maybe next time we could give one.