Crowned triumphant, he solved riddles,
told lies, made much of love and daughters.

The auditorium has been waiting
for what seems like years,

She sweated, sweated and swore.
She predicted a total eclipse
as if it were replenishing shade.

Two clouds above the basilica tear apart like ancient pastries,
as cabs splash dark coronas on glistening cobble-walks.

people are laughing, people are throwing
their wine glasses against the sad fires

   Love, we who ply forked tongues to speak
            Note what critique
            Kelp, cork, and shell

I breathe the noxious air because it is there 
Set free at the last moment 
                                                           a green cloth folds 

Here the noiseless mind
Is like a quiet wind

You flop down into the personal
Like a triumph of years standing on end

Like the stars
I’ve been wandering alot

A paper chair