(circa late today
to early tomorrow)
A little death
can be a lot of
fun if you take
care not to mix
too much business
with your pleasure.
Pleasure is fine,
too, as far as
that goes (Mar-
coni’s masochism
completes the
genetic injury
to the Marquis’
original chain —
et voilá! — it’s
more like a rev-
olution than mere
bobbysox evolution,
wouldn’t you say?), but
for the excruciating
lack of any flinching
or clenching (Gasp!
Whatsoever?!). A pity
so pat; a yawn almost.
Another dawn’s fre-
netic spiral through
the electric funnel
until (touché, voilá)
down it’s gulped by
the drain — right
on calendar —
directly before its
last (woefully mal-
content) belch
of the day.
