we walked these roads to Rome,
shook hands with the terrible guest
and dined with the cordial host
on spoons of the family crest.
i rented an understanding
for your illustrated dismay
and squalled under snowflake nights,
when only remorse could dissuade.
i harbored a shameless hyena
in my sophomoric extent.
strike, saber-toothed fear of faith -
the blinded seers consent.
such charlestons dance we on air
of our mystical bricks,
but doubted lips beckon snow
for less ecumenical kicks.
1.16.99
(
geocities.com/soho/lofts) (
geocities.com/soho)