Tuesday, August 21, 2007

For Jon Sparling, after Jean Cocteau

Eat an orange, brush my teeth
"the musician will credit the noises and silences"
"the creamiest dreamiest soft ice cream
comes from Mis-ter Sof-tee"
He strikes an apish pose and apes a man
He dies. applause. Come
       Powder at the intermission
She blindly hails a taxi
    the lyre. Liar.
"They are more like coupling monsters"
The mysteries of the universe — revealed!
You're right, Jon,
       we're each on our own in our white rooms.
Stuff up the keyhole and enjoy it.      The sky is huge.
Sometime        "You die!"
Where we are in the mystery hotel
What does it mean     the talk of a poet.

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