my old friend Zorro

Around the Courtyard of Dispaire
the stony benches stare
their stony glares I'm sitting there
belittling where I'm splitting hairs
I'm feeling numb, the cold befriends
my lonely bum, it all depends
it never ends its weary way it wends
around the Courtyard of Dispaire...

From the Chamber of Self-harmful Thoughts
where sparkling quartz
embedded feebly in the walls
like unburnt warts
uncharm, unharm, unpalm
this Schwarz child as he falls
unmanned unplanned defenceless
liquidated, sequestrated, defenestrated
from the Chamber of Self-harmful Thoughts...

Outside the Bathroom of Disgust
I know I must, constrain my lust
regain her trust
refrain from thrusting, busting,
tunnelling through time's carapace
hoary frosts upon my face
at last arriving at the Shop
of Emblazoned Theodolites
the Hut where mud encrusted
dust needs must entrust
outside the Bathroom of Disgust...

Beneath the Carport of Crass Jokes
all the pretty artichokes
fellate parenthetical kobolds enigmatically
conserving quasi-heretical brigadoons contemptibly
noble-browed---like the currency, folks
debased, redoubled, and mythically apportioned
heroically distortioned
amongst the willows, pillows
lurch and larch beneath the birch
unsound the oaks, the treeman trees
the spokesman speaks, the stoker stokes
beneath the Carport of Crass Jokes...

Within the Toilet of Lost Souls
uncosted re-shelved golden bowls
lie wide open but not totally free
enjoining silvercorded foetuses for tea
but never asking why in polls
or surveys nor 11-dimensioned scrolls
upon which scrawls inscribed with moving finger
whether singularities lurk or linger
within Schwarzchild's dreadful dreary kitchens
baking suns and planets for predestined roles
within the Toilet of Lost Souls...

Down the Hallway of Tomorrow
all the tumours full of sorrow
speak the rumours, beg or borrow
Well I never, did you ever
shiver or quiver or quaver or deliver
green-hatted pipe-smoking creatures
eponymous leprechauns blameless
nameless but well-known if not despised
try this for size, unwise, her thighs
unhorsed upon my old friend Zorro
down the Hallway of Tomorrow...

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