Ferrari thought, baroque thought,
beneath the surface,
models in leisure suits flatten cities.
We’ll sift among them, our gills billowing.
Hello, happy vampires.
Hmm…look up: notice the light
in which a great ship is riding.
Will it brave the deep
and take us,
over dormant lacquered waves?
Of what do I speak?
The receptor cells quake
taking in the last hours
businessmen roasting on spits.
Worry is my tequila.
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