On a wobbly breeze
Answers drift in the form of zombie jazz
A bald man in creased briefs
Who looks increasingly on the verge of collapse
The plastic wraparound shades covering half his face are welded to his nut
Like Frankenstein’s Monster’s metal plate, an atmospheric delay
Like a ghost holding up traffic on the three lane
Frantic honking from frenzied cabbies
Smoke-chartreuse’d fingertips like time-stained, tongueless bells tapdancing along a sax body
He exhales emphysema into the tube, siring demon music
The schema of the tune
Is to please the war-sex-priestess Pallas Athena
Unseemly slaparound sounds of unwanted trysting
Pitched screaming, streaming torture for donations
For the approbation of a CEO
Whose hair pomade renders his shirt collars translucent
The flesh must be excoriated
The scarless mass is a nuisance to be neutered
On the broken-glass-and-nail-bedrocked lich road to instant martyrdom
Through a wall thin as an Olsen wrist
The modern Tristan twisted, outdoors pissing in a lane
In his steaming confluence are writ vainly the missing histories
More clap than Cannes when it’s well-received, not Fire Walk With Me
Sky for ceilings, putting them away in a back field Eden
Backchat, spat, getting even
Then by eve’s end thick as thieves, usual sequence.
Alchemisland 
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