My Familiar Being/Unrendered

She climbed up on his lap and said/she wanted to play/ little/ black sambo/and he was the tiger/Dear jungle doll, he answered/watch/I'm gonna make a million dollars just talking/saying heliocentric things/apollo things/being the boogie/man/booed off by the boogieing dandy/she began to clap and wail and frail words ran out of memories wherein to store themselves/she wanted to pay little black sambo/and he was the rider