The Poems of Perspective

Have I Managed A Honey Machine?

The boy stared at the crystal carafes;
And knew them
For what they had once been.

Although they were not designer,
Un-astonishing in look,
Near unnoticeable;

And did not hold a single drop of water,
The boy knew
They had once held the gargoyles.

Abstraction. Drunk
On dandelion wine,
Oracular and pouring from a

carousel, dull, ick,
Almost carousel-olic,

If so, does it work without thinking?