Sunday, January 07, 2007

Lifting the Lid

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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