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Chapter Nine, Verse One:
Joe, Sam and Val return to the Jaguar,
Coax the camels from their pasture with treats,
Roll back to the mall to the beat of drums,
Horns and harps. Val accepts a drink, puckers
At the taste and shoots it down. “Don’t worry,”
Sam says. “I’ll teach Joe to make lemon drops.”
The men pass a joint, snuff it and spray cologne.
A crowd of eight gander at the red glint,
The strutting beasts, the symphony. They ooh
At shining fenders and solar panels.