Two cruel felines observing the observer.
One lapping milk, the other lapping milky dreams.
And in this dream froth a word bubbles that explodes smooth
Metempsychosis.
Also keyless like his son out he voyages for a kidney
Patty Dingnam might have one to spare
Advertisements trigger memories that bullet
Images of cattle that low under the eyeshadow dusks
Of Arabian nights scented with the smooth acrid
Of a lone citron, hanging from a bare a tree
Three nymphs, one in portrait, the second in bed
She has placed a letter under her pillow
And so her mind is on lust
The third nymph weaves reminiscences and rhymes
That form into a favorite song of her mother's
Taught to her under the jingle of bed springs
In his hand, he holds Tidbits, as the town holds some about him
Let them gossip, he'll wipe his bottom with them
He closes the magazine, the corner of his eye catching a glimpse
Of a poem titled Calypso, whose last word is
Metempsychosis.