The haze-Krazy Kat wanders, wonders
Under monumental forms, orange-peel moon,
Clean desert surreality, ponders thunders
In thought, brainpan like steel balloon.

No haughty thoughts can reach her; nature
Smiles on her wiles like daffy taffy,
Still, lurks behind her a creature, hatcher
Of plots, mousecreant, crafty-chappie.

Brick bearer shadowcreeps, sparks arcs
From bright brain; Ignatz walks, balks
At no foe, cop or saint, through dark parks
He mutters lovehate as he talks and stalks

To send or signal his bent intent,
To penetrate her addled pate, sate
His connective zest, indent cement
Of her attention…he waits, distrait,

‘til she bends to pluck a desert flower. Hour
To strike, he hurls brick to fly high!
Clong like a gong on her head! Now her power
Is pronged, she weed-tumbles a-cry, awry,

Though Krazed, she’s unbroken, the token
Of his distressed interest impressed on her crest.
Yet set loose, a small heart unspoken is woken,
“Ain’t he a doll-link?” she’s blessed to suggest.