Exeunt The Idiot

Masochistic stamp

of the tambourine

and

Balinese bullwhip whistle 

string strands crisscross 

the table legged 

jack boot au go go.

The tudor to the heiress

was a rake in the ruff.

His first person

singular act one,

all a doublet,

sets this dim globe 

dull burning 

with french puissance.

Meanwhile the downstairs

rude mechanics 

upholster 

naugahyde jewel-boxes

with urinal hymns.

They're only waiting

for their connection

and then

they will nod off set.

The blocking scene

is a blinding rain.

The only way out

of the pinhole camera light

is through the house.

Setting across the channel

down the center of the bar

the audience peers 

disapproval.

Outside,

a folk dance

at Sunnyside streetlight;

mule clogging cars and 

bunny hop honeys 

all leashed to a sextant

tied to their ears.

Steer steady 

out of here

to the door up the steps,

to this place out of everywhere,

to this space out of every when.