Missed chances unite
in a jaunty sway like sleeping
sickness, in a chiaroscuro
gloss tunnel--algae bloom
of capital those election
days of yore with the vinyl
sylphs flickering who are now
crones; a fly on the face
in the wall--Nobody's
unchanged. Keep your shirt on
meet the new new
Romantic, same as the laugh
track in human garb. Those
eyes cannot see what they mean
they restless. A grand fête
on ice, keep it down, keep
it in your candelabra
cabinet of stillborn curiousity,
of expectations reduced to
carbonite. Holdover of glorified
glory holes for the big
wigs downwind--stench of sweat
under steel breastplates when
circles are drawn on
coffee tables. Helm with stag’s antlers,
wild boars cursing--we're worse
for wear,
our whole production over budget.
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