Beginning again to taste the comely
Sailboats scrimshawed into my drinking glass,
The albatrosses swimming like chalices
Away from hapless knights
Who will eventually swing green and envious
From the witch’s
Tree-
The traffic, the waves- all of it continues,
While there are Christmas trees in beautiful
Homes,
Unbounded and spilling like beautiful women with
Their throats slit,
Eyes as open and dark as hungry tigers,
Their corneas eating it all, the baseball players of
The dark burs and stars
And the red lights swim over the cars
Like great heavenly lights that are coming nearer
For warmth,
Like lonesome young men who have forgotten
Where and whom they are.
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