He's Gonna Half to Hit the Boneyard.

Eros Camaro Longtowell
was discussing feateorology
with Marcus Aurelius
in Dumboctopus top hat

stop that!

Stop That Right Now Goddammit!

chicken choking itself
on wishbone ash hooligon
holliday rollaway


Don't Do That!

The Pinkerton's are watching!

When ashmolean watercolors
bleed eternal heradlry

Piazza di San Marcus Aurelius
near Austin

"Rivermustbeendry"

In that Texas town//

Prendergast recording
vibrating sunshine

Quarles being
vibrating chili-mix
thinking of Venice
in Roman Times
in a Camaro

Founding the Thermos Company
with a little trident
and a check

and then later becoming
deliberately baffling,
though remaining topographically
correct

as if

Eros in all its hirnfinite
wishdumb

AURELIUS?
AURELIE?

Maurice Prendergast, American Artist.
Eros Camaro Longtowell with his use
of sticky hair and clock towers
and the, uh,

Palazzo Dolphin
with its
arching gothic beard
of windows

Blakean Darkness
or maybe the Mariana trench
ala cocaine not-not

See John Singer Sargent's

A Street in Venice, 1882
or Venetian Interior, same year
or the even more

palpably dark
and empty

Venetian Bead Stringers
which reminds me

of Pillow's domino hall
in Hobart Oklahoma

where they play on
chalkboard tables
and every once in awhile

fat
jolly Mr. Pillow
will come by
and bring you a new

bottle of coke
and wash off the score
from the table

he's gonna half
to hit the boneyard
he cain't play.

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