drizzle stick

against the crooked doorway
stood a marginal cobblestone wizard
name of Hampstead Homeslice

his eyes were the color of a lobster bisque
his ears were wrinkled like dried apricots
his cheeks round and juicy like honeydew melon balls
his hairline rough like a New England beach
raggedy with boulders and sun-bleached wisps of chicory weed

the wind whipped itself into a merengue and the evening rumpled the lake
like languid squids draped over the backbone of a balsa wood chair

here is the shopping list found in Hampstead's baggy satchel:

4 fingerling pumpkins
desert wine
a side of beef
crumpets
jugs of burgundy
sugar snap peas
dried fizzle stick pollen