The spark through which the butane rises
loses its old horizon
virtuoso ladies
captured at microphones
one after mono stereo the other
Postcards of crime scenes
a sprig and bone libretto, blossom in a bowl
with the ocean moan of false Geppettos sinking.
sip from a castanet.
Sailors report sea salt
And stories
and stories of when the stories happened.
The breaks between acts are a full sheet of bubble wrap
The captain gutters before he goes out
Tempers flare again
It's Doctor King's birthday
It's a coda outside
Drones rain death
Here lie the lies,
rolled leaves of penile girth
a cigar warning at the top
