Thursday, October 31, 2013

4715. AT THE END OF RUNWAY HAVEN

AT THE END OF 
RUNWAY HAVEN
 'You can't play games in Hell, there's just no
room to manuever.'  That's the translated
inscription on this old Papal statue in the 
Vatican Garden  -  at least as this crazy
old man was telling me, in a garbled 
half-Italian, which I only only 
pretended to fully understand.
-
How far along in this prescient world
does a body have to go before deciding
nothing's worth the fuss and matter?
But if we knew ahead of time all that,
then we wouldn't have to know.
I guess that's so.
-
Now, instead of playing with a mime,
I'm eating black pizza with olives at a
little stovetop shrine atop some hallway
with a stairway to the harbor  -  little
white boats are floating away on
a quite happy sea of blue.

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