Tuesday, May 24, 2016

8200. MANAGING THE MATTER

MANAGING
THE MATTER
The deck of cards you are holding 
has no order; each suit is a suit of 
the mad. Blue tablecloth and 
green-glass cups. The she-wolf 
will come around with a tray  -  
canapes and drinks, some new
finger-food to help defray the 
costs of such a time. We are leery 
of lingering, yet we stay too long.
The obstacle before us is a steeplechase
of song; the museum mysteries brew, 
and the Gay Men's Chorus comes on
once more while they are changing
the exhibits across the floor. I have
a malady of oneness, like a toothache
that won't go away. 'Sound of heart,'
my card read, 'but weak, nonetheless,
in the head.'

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