Miraculeuxment Poem by James McLain

No hope for a free aperitif
the very hot night we met in the duet of Narco.
Sea was the night when it seemed
that half of Soho sought
comfort in Dicky' spilled; cocktails of people
held by the elbow to draw aside edge of elbow
and lt's air above the bar was a gray fog of cigarette smoke,
poison mixed with perfume.
Emily and me miraculeuxment marked two or three seats.
We spoke about the woman who just gave rise to a baby,
' it conceived in a box of Petri. '
the catholics are thus horrified, '; Emily said, '
they want sperm total control.'
she' took another sip of my drink.
Oasis, naturally, ' I' said, ' that's why
so many catholic good girls come to the big city and become librarians or professors of gynecology or dancers.' Or?
Emily added, ' beautiful, moms of Virgie I,
' it has continued, '
fortunately an egg would give to a woman who didn't have one.'
left any good they spoiled.