THE SPY

What apophany today
For the Joseph Klaus Conrad
Of Santo Flamingo?
Is it some heart of darkness
Sung to a sewer of sweetened lapels
A seamstress in distress
On the tracks of a hoarse
And irony wolf cave
Inaugurated in disparate times
By the baron of Cleto Castle

Down down down clasperine Accumulot
And look not back
Or up on high for the window of sky
Which has disjoined you
A chimla betwerk-ed round a glossing bed
A black heart embroidered
On a silken handkerchief