Jack Ollie Might
Swiftly loved her
Near and realized

Fingers had
Something
To say

Volant Across the keys
Bone white and black
Autistic in his recollection

Beethoven’s passages, The Köln
Concert, Amos, Johnnie Johnson
George Winston, Tchaikovsky

All of that
So nectar

It rouses
The masses

In a narcotic way they
Can’t stop listening
Dangerously inebriated
They use the good china

“You have always been
my raison d’etre”

While
The moon stays
Sturdy in the sky

Daybreak

Edith Piaf pours our
Coffee today in tiny
Cobalt cups

We too are torch

In the ally way
We chit chat about
Frida’s lovers

How we can still hear
Them remark on Diego’s
Faintly tinged green skin

And how Alejandro
Was so dearly loved

Noontide

Laughing into a
Merengue rhythm

“Hey Vincenza, your lipstick
Smeared his sheets, tangles
Into his days,”

You better change the
Labyrinth of your chamber

We laugh that Camille
Got the last laugh
Locking him in
The stone

Twilight

And how those big men
Cautiously entered the
Olive groves

More harassed
Than the angels

While the nightingales
Screamed against the
Empty camp

The specter drifts
Omnipresent it
Unfolds you

Strangest of all
It is because
They say it is so

And you believed it

That spring night which
Bloomed saffron and wine

Darkened bit by bit
As dawn approached

You now praise
Sun through cobalt

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