Tuesday, September 29, 2015

a distant memory

julia, do you remember
the night i lost my cigarette lighter
in the wooded path behind the iridescent bandstand
before the failure to remonstrate grew serious?

as the bourgeoisie in their white seersucker suits
and the hoi polloi in their blue hawaiian shirts
forgot the combination to the lock in the depths of despair?
and the band - what exuberance! what passion!

the people have taken to the streets!
vladivostok and port arthur and crocodiles!
“i think i have had just about enough of this lot”

the night spun like the canary islands
and then it was over -
until the cadillacs come back to aurang-zebe

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