blue-footed, the trip was all beatnik traffic,
from the slivered stream that sent marbles
to Orion's ears to cloaked lazy belles sleep-
ing hard over morning�s whistle        he hid

in the brambles hoping to catch her weight-
ed word, the Mount�s sermon, on feet them
words!     tiny found bagpipes impregnated
the lawn, gave day a new rise        if merry-

go-rounds send your clothing flying, throw
soup on a planet circling the year, then my
hat is the only well of seriousness and your
shirt, the sea�s map, gifted this lunatic city


�2007 by PJ Nights