Poetry for Strangers: Flourish


in the flourishing casino on the edge of the black sea
even heavy weather couldn’t keep the philharmonic from blasting tchaikovsky
in the alabaster bar mordant fissures of the patrons came into focus
the french judge declared himself incompetent and claimed the jokes on us
the philosopher at the flamingo slot machine said it isn’t true we all have a soul to make
rather he said all were given when were born is time lambent and layered like cake
the soul is a useful fiction said the parson barkeep
and fingered his frayed white collar but it runs so deep
a slim awkward contrivance said the captain of the clown pirates of idaho
and cant keep a sordid band of cutlasses from seizing the buried ducats of io
pellucid rainbows coruscated through the flow of vichy bourbon
the compere pulled dove feathers from her puce silk turban
the history of magic she said is littered with dead bodies
and loss of selfnarrative contemplated over many hot toddies
the soul is nothing but mathematical proof hummed the viceroy in disguise
it is the jazz of the brains neurons my nations scientists theorize
professor mongoose tipped her fez and said were all tragic mannequins
doomed to perish when the dragons overcome the ravelins
the soul is the excretion of the pineal gland claimed the fellow from the aristocracy
its dreadfully obvious from the glands lack of bilateral symmetry
the ivory merchant said i saw carved into a maremma stone
a yantra showing the soul is stardust bred in the bone

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