Cigarette lips touch wine glass
separately, one sip to the next
till she’s outside on the gramophone
sing songing lovebird blue jay.
Monophonic paradise of ancient Cleopatra
nightgown matrimony and me
and ?
myriads curse that could have been
that should have been
On hipster trips blow-pops sucking
tangerine sweet ice creams and sugar plum
chocolate flavored peach soda
I have a visceral montage in my head.
imagine sun-drenched comedy.
vaguely aware that I am alive amidst the sad hues of
Simplicity, contingent.
Zarathustra thus spoke ill.
A coal miner with no eyes
gravel hoarse throat
and stained skin.


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