salamander sleeps

By a gurgling broken pipe

a pool ebbs and shrinks

quiet our lassitude before the brink

taken of slender sexton

bellringers and gravediggers

what is the appeal

the don and the heal

no mafia triggermen

slides on penmanship

shoulderpads beneathe evening dresses

backslaps and cordial sunglasses

creeping telemotry of aegis ganders

foghorn egrets black and acqueous

turbocharged engines

lowriders and break dancers

Billiards and cutmen

voices sing the gospel of elijah

 

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