"... and no patchouli in the offing ..."

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Walled Garden with Fingerfood

No temple tongs, or bongs, no Tripitaka's here,
Where all the little Buddhas and the large
Go jumping with their mavens or Maxwells
Over lime-washed whimsy, wild water and Italian
Parsley, and no patchouli in the offing, neither,
Just the essential whiff of saffron rice, curdled
Chakra, shark's fin soup and women gossiping
Without me on Saturday nights, when the feng shui
Is so fine, my fist could fuck the wall and fuck again
Without breaking so much as a quaill's fingernail
In our Shangri-lala-land.






Memento Mori

Quoits, calamari, and diplomatic passports
at dawn on the games deck,
Baron von Richthofen
and family in the adjacent
State Room,
the Rothschild cousins down the hall,
bouillon and bread sticks
in the lounge at ten each morning
against the mal-de-mer -
the sea, the broad sea.
Seven-thirty for eight, ice follies
a la carte
impersonating wet themes, seaway
melodies in marlin, Flipper, orca,
basking shark, Monday through Sunday,
a twenty pastrycook orchestra
cha-cha-chas cheekier than martini
and rossi,
Milanese stewards and stewardesses aplenty
conspiring
to fatten up a certain celadon-eyed girl
on ravioli, sloe gin and profiteroles.