Stirring the whiskey

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Someone told me once that we all created the Universe. The luzbeline magnitudes occupy the blue sky, and the caravans from Afghanistan take all the cheese to Chaparral.

Meanwhile, the green statues of Palas Athena were crying in the rain all night.

But ours are the magnified laser and the dinosaur-seekers; ours are the Maoist winter of 1989 and Da Vinci's black masses.

"When Sodom and Gomorrah fell by the mental love of the hamadryads of Emmaus; the bagpipes of Israel sounded 11 times 11 for the mangy ones: rom Dan to Beersheba to the shores of Habilah."

After the revelation of the star, I was racing in lunacy by the city morning streets, and I didn't care.
I'm ok now, stirring the whiskey with a finger, watching the wheels of the white furor...

Someone told me once that we all cremated the Universe.


And the vampire swans/
And the rockin' bands/
And the nylon walls/


Of France.



...And as I told you last night...