reptilov's pasquinade

In the palace of vanity and noise
I make a fine embroidery
of an airplane which is also a telephone
lying alone in the desert
in a smart hammock
pitched between two columns
of smoking crystalline entrails
which smile joke and talk
and which house
the two treatises
named 'ghoulistan'
and 'turkey-munching'
to wit: cyber-chat
has been a collective character
for two centuries now