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I started drinking beer

around 9 AM

and mid afternoon

stumbling out of a tavern

formerly frequented by Kafka

and an apparition of Baudelaire

is pointing at a a general store.

It sells absinthe—

you didn’t really think

I was gonna go to Prague

and not try some absinthe

by the old Astrology Clock

designed to run on into infinity

even outliving Y2K prone software

And I don’t spot Genghis Khan

sitting on a park bench

with deviltry on his mind

and I’m spellbound by fabulous legs

of Czech girls wearing skirts

and endlessly taunting me.

No moving in for the kill

Attempts quickly thwarted

Although the view from the Charles Bridge

is positively stunning

and the saints are staring me down

The apparition of Baudelaire dissipates

as the saints judge my sins

I’ll just plead guilty

and hope for leniency.