Ah, but to cautiously
reflect
on memories
of absinthe in Prague
and the taunting figure
of Jarry supersedes the moment
The pink elephant in lederhosen
was quite real
as breathing statues of saints
on the St. Charles
accuse me of sin and crime
and while it isn’t fair
I plead for leniency
in a full confusion
guilty as charged in all cases
the predictions of stars
misaligned
over cobblestone streets
the town centers
seems to be abuzz
Liquid music percolates
from a hidden discotheque
and aging whores attempt
to earn a 200 corona fare
but only suspicion is aroused
in the wee hour encounter
so I just stand
in front of the Astrological Clock
and hope the gargoyles come
to sacrifice me to the Gods
Lest they descend from the skies
with merciless assault
I just raise a toast to Jarry
and green fairies hopscotch
to pink elephants skipping rope
as the underlying evil
rises as fog from the Vtlala
and the brightness of the moon
is hard to miss