world politics gone queasy

the oligarch skates through

reclaimed savannah in his

alopecia jumpsuit, improvisation

shrewd as a hoodwinker monk −

time to hoist the vinyl archived

at the alpine sanatorium, all night

jam sessions over lake bassoon;

eventually treaties discreet as miniature

cutlets, abacus beads abandoned like

out of date beluga  a quartet of

cartographers flown in like sympathy

cards