For My Beautiful Chimera Grey
You are the pale glow of unnatural light
On an evening’s snowfall
Making the night unusually luminous
In a beautifully phantasmagoric way;
The butterflied duck that swings
In the window of the Oriental Market
Torturing me in my hunger
And in my astute moral sensibilities;
The melancholy tune that emanates
From a tattered guitar on Delmar Boulevard
Sounding sweeter than strawberry soda
and more distressed than my favorite pair of jeans
The placid silence that hangs heavily
On a party leaving the funeral of a friend,
Bringing the peace of finality
and the solemn shock of sudden loss.
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