Tremendous Nocturne

by wechslerh66

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some of us are here
eternally

Rome wasn’t only
meant for us,

halfway lovers,
outlaw poets

 

the towheaded mulatto moans
outside the hungry warehouse

where the ballroom lights of St. Darque
never go out

 

LET ME NEVER LOVE YOU LESS
written on the walls in black marker

LA BEAUTÉ EST DANS LA RUE

WE CAN BE HEROES
written in reverse, like zeroes

the Beach Boys singing
“Do You Wanna Dance”
to someone I’ve never met
on an AM station
that no longer exists

 

she wore a tshirt reading
I PREFER THE DRUMMER

because no one in Brooklyn
knew what FANCY meant

 

beyond the hollow the runes of Neptune
crooned a ruined tune

it’s the moon over Parador
it’s the moon over Baltimore

“next year there’ll be no oysters,
enjoy them while you can” †

 

† from L’insurrection qui vient (The Coming Insurrection), The Invisible Committee (Semiotext 2009)

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