Incoherent as they were

The enthralling stories

of the lads I’ve met

in the city of furies

where dirtbags pirouette

in time to the howls

of a blizzard in despair

Marched cheek by jowl

incoherent as they were

The million eyes

that had time to regret

the days which grow wise

as she claimed her head

was saved by loons

who were doomed to care

and look after the moons

incoherent as they were

In a shot framed wide

wider than what she’d claim

Her sorrows magnified

thoughts of fortune and fame

in appalling manifestos

which reasons were fair

to be held as a memento

incoherent as they were

A flickering light

palm tree debris everywhere

Yet the stars are in sight

in every crowded street I stare

The first watch of night

the spokesman and his fanfare

What a tremulous delight!

Incoherent as they were.