Nonsense lapses into feigned forgetfulness
dumping you in the middle of nowhere . . .
second guesses segue to pastoral settings
upstate with stemmed glass bumped
to the edge of tomorrow as Georgian models
infiltrate your REM sleep . . .
There's a history, of course, going back to the City
where who knows what happened . . .
the loss temporary . . . weighing the pluses and minuses
of your next move . . . memories of tagalongs
bloating the escape route . . . conflating the statistics
while all along, in the cards, the Shirelles
with Number One on Billboard's Top 100 Chart
for 1960: Will You Love Me Tomorrow? . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |