"My Stretch in the Service" (Pessoa XXII. deux)

The ghost dance takes the revellers, to a man;
our flange illusions grow not one day older.
I didn't clip any fruit carts. Muggy scan
in vain; and the ashes of my coilname moulder
in the Kaisersaal. When green tea icecream's twin
rains, and fire absorbs the scarab's god,
the dogs go: Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin [sin]
until my small abode
expands to meet the limit of my eye [I]
and all these corridors jasmines lose
things are more like they were & the rest would try
red numbers, good and bad, beige walls use
our deaths to make a pointillist recalls
green tea seeping slowly through beige walls




Apollo and Electric Prunes (via tenser)