Jack and...

wall streets,

with English ivies

that choke the stars

of persons

Transposed,

black "lorsque" eyes and

migratory tonsiled vocals

singing gutterally

into the nonsilence

of night, wince

the global heart

cries,

as to Where? does small

ambition

crawl,

to untold

beanstalk heights...?

I don't want to lose us

to the abstract columns,

bookended sidewalks---

the fiction

that curdles human blood,

with salt, or twist-of-lime Realty,

downed in a gulp!

an acquired taste

we connoisseur to,

as an aspiration...

hungover

the shoulder loosely

with pompous name

like Olympus or Olympia

that could be picture maker,

or picture taker,

or landscape,

in fanciful distance...

in any case, or shelf, or reservation

a higher order, for a cold

sampling

of what every fresh foundling

knows as ferment

and decay...

otherwise known as

...Civilization...