By | 1 November 2014

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out of date beluga a quartet of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

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