2nd Collage of The princess
In the invisible universe the prisons are well funded.
The men and women of the sacred trust
strip the detainee and chain him to the fence.
The empire is pleased
and sits down to lunch.
In the right quadrant of the picture
a child is slurping milk while chewing a mutated apple.
His skin is tattooed with the language of bureaucrats.
Over his head and to the left, a great transverse tear
rips the snowfields as they sigh under
The winter of repressed memory
haS become the winter of intention.
A sparrow sets down on the sidewalk to play,
and becomes the wish
of a man taking aspirin
while he whispers his secret
into a grove of trees:
“I've spent all my life learning to be a human being,
only to find that human beings are as pathetic as me.”
To his left a bird falls out of the sky
and earnestly sighs as
the horses founder
until even the eyelids of the princess twitch
and a beautiful stranger accuses the sky.
. . .All has disappeared of hope and consequence
and the toom toom toom
of the baritone with the boutonniere
breezes past as he chases the whistle of the train
into a dull orange sea of gelatinous air.
Where minor beauty means major green
and dresses blow across the waves
with retro pink and blue bouffant.
As lice inherit the blue of their hair
and shadows skate across the river
to bend and genuflect as they disappear.
In the center of the scene,
The princess is lying across the bed.
She sighs at the thought of her defeat
then fashions it into the victory of her arousal.
Outside, on the ledge, a bird pecks monotonously
at a crevice in the wood.
The sky passes brightly overhead.
A mushroom cloud blooms
beyond the hedges.
. . .It’s business now . . .
and the business of business.