medieval eaglet

CZECH MATE

So Janus comes, two-faced & torn

like split Siamese

Dioscuri – full of unease.

The sun (low orange after-burn

flailing to keep from sinking down).

Not President, not King,

but some other Something

wobbling like egg inside a crown –

Huffer-EZ Beast, out o’th’slime.

Trumpeting his name

in blocks of guilty flame,

a mountaineer of lofty crime.

Apocalypse Now was a bad movie.

Calypso (soeur of Circe)

kep’ sous in her purse

for just such a very groovy

way of passing the Gol’mighty Buck

to Time.  MAMMON FOR SALE.

Everybody turn pale,

turn tail... rabbit-tracks in the muck.

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Don’t try t’cross the radiant Kremlin.

Its flush rust-orange flare

steal into every corner

of the dacha, like kitchen gremlin

or turquoise exhaust.  They know your name.

They don’t like your move.

The knight’s in a groove

off L-shaped Room – Lucky Vadim

or Gimpy Natasha (pseudonym

for Czech Mate, starring

Leslie Caron). Bring

him in for questioning.  Da.  Hyim.

True jealousy is Kremlin green.

Not copper, like that lady

bugged with epilepsy,

aboriginal Macadamia (aquamarine)...

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The fire in heaven – constellation

of a million little candles –

leaves no left handles

on the lofty candelabra.  Station

by station, ring by rung, the bell

drones Baselitz (b-flat)

inverting chasmic fiat –

Everywombat’s hurtling medieval

eaglet dissemination

(Fiore Scandal – Foundling

Raptor for Swaddling –

Closed) perplexes simian

foundations.  Eye sore to grub.

A peacock circumference

fans incoherence,

welds magnitudes into one cherub –

angel, messiah... ghost dance

figure for yearning.

Navvy Jonah musta fling

her sweet life-saver (mickle glance).

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