Got underway yesterday with a pill.
Every day starts with a pill.
A pill and a coffee.
Then it begins.
The wide open vistas
on the Oregon trail
with an irascible Raoul Walsh
screaming blue murder at an empty horse
Overhead beyond the redwood canopy
an eagle soars majestic.
You could
not make it up…
Oh yeah?
Wailing diva finales
topped off by dread typanum
ends with high wire act minus hairnet.
The Tools that Live On the Hill buzz frantic
chill out in pastures
blue optimism just a phase;
honey moon periods pass;
when the whip cracks; sudden lethargy whacks.
Inaction stations assumed,
The Gloomsters sandbags
fill with stolid air…
~
A Third Man appears
as if by magic
strumming zither rising to a crescendo
in treelined Sante Fe.
Holly was born to be murdered
and Trevor Howard did not want
to complicate his watch:
Trevor Howard is the God Apollo;
Hairy Lime a sewer rat Dionysus;
Wartorn Vienna is weird Thebes;
False teeth are Thalidomide;
Chrysanthemums don’t make it right…
Cuckoo Clocks go off on the Fairground
Grimbeau 