This Oh So Disposable Age

Bloated and fisheyed

         in Satyricon,

While slumsliding the wenchful sirens,

I did– escaping,


Hale and dumbgleaming, the Adonis:

To fleeting flight. He,

         seeking to flee,

         upfloating, flew away.

Nestled in his own disappearance,

Whirred the birds of his dreams,



Numbed by the dull chill of wisdom

         too ruptive; the fluctuant chasm,

         overspanning that oblivious

         stare upon which

I engage.

The rentless invention

         of this oh so disposable age.



Spring 1988

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