Two cruel felines observing the observer. One lapping milk, the other lapping milky dreams. And in this dream froth a word bubbles that explodes smooth Metempsychosis. Also keyless like his son out he voyages for a kidney Patty Dingnam might have one to spare Advertisements trigger memories that bullet Images of cattle that low under the eyeshadow dusks Of Arabian nights scented with the smooth acrid Of a lone citron, hanging from a bare a tree Three nymphs, one in portrait, the second in bed
She has placed a letter under her pillow And so her mind is on lust The third nymph weaves reminiscences and rhymes That form into a favorite song of her mother's Taught to her under the jingle of bed springs In his hand, he holds Tidbits, as the town holds some about him Let them gossip, he'll wipe his bottom with them He closes the magazine, the corner of his eye catching a glimpse Of a poem titled Calypso, whose last word is Metempsychosis.