stevens cat
lunacy is back on the table
we summon the waiter who appears with a flourish
the corazons we ordered..?
ah gentlemen…he sighs
inside his redlined waistcoat ticks the small gold watch given out by time out of its mind
the parrots mute and stuffed into their cages still manage to screech in the canopy
the knives and forks randomly akimbo glint
taking out his little book the waiter writes the word “loneliness” in oh such a spidery scrawl
outside the evening has absconded with anything it could find
wrapping flowers and bits of paper in the semi-darkness then whirling them off
down on avenue di fiores where the lamplight shines through the trees all wavy and marine
where the guests at some elusive party laugh and clap
in the warm night air it seems to be coming from everywhere
yeah
i know
there was something missing though
in twilight canisters of gin and various other spirits
well maybe they also could contain the truth
when the mind goes blank then truth rushes in like a cyclonic hit upstream
coursing through veins like light
then exploding somewhere between heart and soul
the truth we can set free burns me
i sing
sweet conchita fleeter than a cheetah
sweet gabrielle accelerating gazelle
their husbands roberto and ben fascinating men
fascinating and waiting for their latest plate of amour again
and then a delicious sleepiness begins to overtake my hand
voices out there mingled with the wind and thinned out in sin
a whisper urges out of nowhere
and thats it really and dinner finally arrives
we are already dreaming that we are eating it
