The Well Is Full of Pennies*

Eumaeus 635

A ladder against my night window

a peculiar gospel of forgetting

a dreaming stairwell in an electric bedroom

the simple fashion of assassination

moves me to claim safety in the storms of bliss

and carve fame from doubtful fire

and loveless smiles

to witness the wild and windblown shore

to hear the eternal itchy sirens

to finally fall victim to their expectation

and gain admittance to the waves no more.

636

Diego's king

that man of Spain

surprised by teeth

made by decency

wouldn't be so passionate

had he answered his own reflection

where he bears the glowing of abandon

of pianos and executions

and rumors of vengeance without dreaming

his Velazquez daughters

rather muddled in his pockets

watched over by that frumpy idiot

the tiny lady eyeless,

victim of gravity.

*Tom Waits- The Fall Of Troy