and a century of cracked marble eyes
wrapped in thistles and wysteria
a 67 Pontiac and 
Pierro Della Francesca
stack of flapjacks with butter
and Maple syrup
and coffee
and Giotto
Padua
Mantova
Verona
but the faces of Pierro
like some modern comic book artist

cooking bacon in the morning and life is okay

just like Maude in the 1978 Star Wars Christmas special...
"Don't I have enough aggravation?!"

as the castoff aspersions clothed themselves in untidy misgivings
and the chief of remembrances barricaded an unruly deux et machina
the twisted body of the fourteenth murder victim
was found in a 73 Cabriolet parked outside the Jacksonville Marina Dairy Queen

a century of unforgiven lies did little to assuage the cold unremittant torpor
that was her affection

down the sunlight

down the cement sidewalk

Flamenco guitarist wearing two plairs of glasses

"Villa-Lobos wrote thousands of pieces"

demon mog
traveling in storied discretion
indiscretionally,
obdurately perverse
(pickle)
 I just want to ride my motorsicyle
I 've been Arlo'd I've been Simon & Garfunkeled
I been Monkee'd
I'm roaming the sidewalk celebrities
at Grauman's Chinese
and waiting for Sunset Boulevard
organ B3 Hammond
destinations