salamander sleeps
By a gurgling broken pipe
a pool ebbs and shrinks
quiet our lassitude before the brink
taken of slender sexton
bellringers and gravediggers
what is the appeal
the don and the heal
no mafia triggermen
slides on penmanship
shoulderpads beneathe evening dresses
backslaps and cordial sunglasses
creeping telemotry of aegis ganders
foghorn egrets black and acqueous
turbocharged engines
lowriders and break dancers
Billiards and cutmen
voices sing the gospel of elijah
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