Salesman

Cupid’s festival saves babies, a guinea
a box when you dye eighty-five nipples fast
black, white ecru and drab. Cottolene
crackers knock on doors, paint five
o’clock chocolate, fleur-de-lis biscuits,
and Russian violets. Sozodont hooks
and eyes, De Long’s hump-a happy thought
for trusty ramblers, Amolin dress shields,
lactated food and woven eggs.
Chickering pianos bang skeleton freight
out of Nazareth, training the Santa
Claus luxury and his crab apple
blossoms. My wife cannot see
how he claims it will cost us nothing.