theft & adventure
the frenzied clowns of luzon swooped in
on their steam-powered flying carpet.
the cartographer declared he discovered
the lost city of There in the folds of his map.
the pelican was not surprised.
i did it i broke the code the captain muttered
the key was wurlitzer those fiends
while the troubadour crowed he snatched
the hangmans lute and implored
the crowd at the whistle & bucket to
listen to the fineplucked melody.
ben franklin stayed home ruminating
on aristotles lost work on comedy
chuckling to himself six months later
he would bury his galactic almanac
under a tree root where it remains
to this day festering with grubs
but waiting to explain to its finder the
organic process of lightspeed travel.
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