Some Other Time

The neo-psychedelic oom-pah
band when we’re not
listening

The empire dissolving
in a spoonful of water

said “You furnish the
delicata & the ocean of pain
I’ll handle the employees”

Out here on the perimeter it’s all
mud   /  bone   /   veil   /
sky an empty color
Cuervo bottle   /   crystal torch inlay
as though we could actually touch it

a unit of measure
none so exact or useful as zero
(that blank stare

a way to get there like Bo Diddley
behind stained-glass Ray-Bans
strumming tombstones in the rain