Friday, December 15, 2006

Visits from Lincoln

Lincoln's ghost, who kept his false
Eye in a jar of smoke at night,
Peered at me from my mirror looking
For his lost love.

I lived above the clouds on
Mt. Fuji with Lady Murasaki, and
When the wolfsbane blossoms fell
Open she left me for another.

Blue with argyria, I spent many lonesome
Nights under the moon in the graveyard
In Antietam. Lincoln visited me
There too, giving phlegmatic

Speeches about celibate passions,
His love’s water-in-sieve trick,
Interrupting himself once to exclaim,
My god, you've been left for dead!

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