The smoke cleared, crawling

jujube bears like ants in brunetti

fathom that

such a sweet revelation!

The fog’s felix culpa of disaster

And die laughing.

The law is frozen politics –

and politics melts into stale disarray

– did the dog on the news say hamburger or typhos?

either way it’ll be beautie on the mountainy

and a double-shot of apathy.

diamonds of blood spatter

	etched like fossils on an anonymous sidewalk

a mouse journalist fell against, shattering

into a thousand and one sugar-coated

liberties, besmirched by incompetence

failing sweet memory, subdued by a silent forbode

corkscrewing tendencies did prevail

we went armoured with rich wine and causes, quoting scripture,

              dead poets

thirsty, panting for nothing less than rapture

until overwhelmed by intellectual drunkenness.

First, a smoky haze appeared

again, ugly but essential

the air turned surly and sulphurous; donning gas masks we blinked and stared into

the looking glass

I don’t know what you were doing yesterday, mate, but you got it

              all over two rooms

chirped Alice rhetorically, while I

cling to her modern day spin

Deciding that I must absolutely have the last word.

… unless

this bucket of melted action figures on the front step were delivered

              to the wrong address.

he pondered perhaps he’d booted a hospital pass, thrown a grenade

              against the flow of play,

              but crawling from the mangle with eyes only on the big screen

she muttered

willing him to change the theme from Titanic

to For a Few Dollars More

Or any Morricone. Something wistful, like his eyes.

              Something that moved her insides.