when twilight pours the cream in the day’s coffee
and maps of the old world are set down
and the bell is heard obscurely in the parlor
awakening the prevaricator from his dream…
let us walk beneath the skies
wearing red and yellow ties
and dream of infinite power
as the gray physicists glower…
i am surprised that you remember sal
she was a vivacious gal
and moved from man to man
like a butterfly in a frying pan
desiccated accountants
vacation in the mountains
while the hunters of the fox
scratch their names on mermaids’ rocks
templars watch the waves and skies
but will never be surprised
when a single slicing fin
bids time begin again
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