In Uncategorized on April 8, 2019 at 11:51 am



Say you find yourself at the crossroads of Europe

blue eyes vibing on brown

and all of history just a stain on a museum wall.

Say marble facades and storied tapestries

that have withstood cavalry charges,

the dictator’s leer, and hermetic blabberies of salons

now crumble like a Viennese pastry

flake by flake

into a neon digital sea.

Say the exquisite Faberge eggs of artful science and scientific art

are casually smashed on the grimy anvil of commerce,

while the ancient tribal banners once more darken the land

in oily muscular folds.

What if all this came to pass

while tanned Mediterranean shores went on Urlaub,

and leafy sidewalk cafes shone in the reflected glow

of espresso-dazed lovers, and

evening slowly fell.


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