The classifieds say that landscapers
are needed all over the city.
A ninety-nine cent candle blues
the room as Zappa plays
“That ol’ G minor Thing Again.”
From the wall a shadowed jester
glares defiant. Half-hidden
behind a half-removed beige mask.
He knows his sneer is what will be
as Zappa solos in G minor
chromatically.
Perfect time is a statistic:
The jester will sneer into yellow.
The blueglass candle will burn
for seven days they say;
The classifieds and Zappa do
that ol’ G minor thing again.
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Written back in 1989. One of the first real successes (minor though it may be) at marrying language with ideas. Every time I re-type it, it gets revised slightly.
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