Future Deleted Experiment of the Present # 15
“The Last Thaumaturgist”
cast out upon Elba as argonauts upon clashing rock and sirens shipwrecked
within doddery earth soddened long lasting by ol’ Fawkes’ tears keeping his life by a king’s fleeting respect
such feats retired to spaces exhausted on stages of Corsica’s sweet mortality and side effects all madmen reject
of soliloquy to snobbery saddened in oxygen’s late memories carbonized absence in step
colorless paint spills against walls Basquiat we suspect would forget
isle allergy knows white noise channeled by feared letters pressed wet in fresh printed laws to advance
haunted by hands hunting for sport, a walloped belly, Houdini’s endmost regret
precision bedded amongst penury preserving roofless room beggary unchecked
ruthless, laid empty in beds aware of blauge bitten abstinence beset
napoleonic gestures granted for grand guginol mockery to all in excess
a lion’s share pouring glasses of absinthe and one last rolled cigarette
exiles of bizarre theater casts shadow puppetry of mysterious origin at Darwin’s sunset
paid to witness chancy games keeping late hours bought within envy to rover by token a tally on docket
fade in delicious sleight of hand like Dedi’s magical cups of Osiris’ Egypt, winnings gambled with our final gold ducat
seemingly defeated by chains stronger than one nazarite’s oath buried by pillars except
this sleeve holds one last trick of chicanery to any misgivings had on modern magic few of us possess
to the hordes holding their one thousand sabres to my neck
St. Helena conquered Bonaparte but she won’t hold me within her exquisite arms just yet


Kyle this one took my breath away.
I’ll re-read when I find it again …ad infinitum more than likely
This is beautiful!