Going To Work In Ophelia's Limo
absinthe dawn greenly drawn and filtered
through the corrosion of copper lips
above Ophelia’s wedding gown,
open in the back and revealing
a copulation of tattoos.
up to meet the morning sun again,
and forget the troubling dreams of night!
a clear and sunny day does dawn,
and we will drive our gas-driven tombs
in funereal traffic jams
like a waiting queue of mummies to be,
in air conditioned chariots outside
the reliquaries of Giza:
we sit, we brake, we pull together;
sometimes we write a story
in our dreamy heads, filled with sweet
Apocalypse preserves from childhood...
we used to, like, believe world's end
to break this mechanical chaplet
of endless and continuous transport!
pix: Ophelia: thebeautifulnecessity.blogspot.com/2014/09/aurora-ophelia.html