The thieves have loosened
the blood hounds from their cages,
the aviary conductor conducting
something more orchestral
than detective.
More morphine for my mint julip,
darling.
I can't bear to watch
all the fumblings this morning
I've suffered from the most awful
dreams.
I imagined everything
was governed by geometry
and nothing chaotic.
Oh, it simply sends me
the shivers.
Double the dosage on that, dear.
I don't want to feel my feelings
just yet.
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