the amiable petersplatz in europe where i once visited my aunt

“My feet are whining,” she says.

merchandise: antediluvian dinner plates & Doc Martin shoes
drunk harmonica music dwindles
in the same substance they inhale

“2 shoelace pairs for the price of one!”

vendors: so many foxes perched on plastic stools
configuring a Harper Collins collection of deception

“43 euros for the motorized pocket yacht.”

the cemetery across the Strasse where philosophers
cogitate Genesis and their unsuccessful marriage
when they believe society’s eyes are closed

“Paris shoelaces, 2 for one!” 


unconsolable city sirens a mile away

“Break your delusions! Let’s go,” she says.

never arouse a white rabbit when he’s dreaming

“2 for the price of one!”

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