On Driving Westward Toward Versailles

I wet cat impaled on telegraph poles serrated ashbrown fur tinged with flinting silver a mirror blue cut by guitar strings on a shining plate bathed in molten evening shine jet streaks through pylon barrage windshield wipers’ hemicircular swipe dry cat’s crusty baguette fur ashen edges of rapidfire cirrus pylons stalk the sky and catch the wipers in the eye II horses purr in the cat’s geule carriages trot through veins of pomp hounds howl in pinewood packs fountains spurt warrior sperms over-stuffed regalia golden-tressed coiffures wrap scalp and skin in scented sweat coachmen backfire trussed up in perches perfumed eminences speed to trysts III The Sun-King illumines long dead VISTA galaxies The Hall of Mirrors reveberates secret oaths Lights dim as Le Notre adjusts tropical palm vats The parvenu Corsican struts on depraved genes IV wipers peer through moving fingers pylons jetstreak high-wire noon Marie Antoinette drivels at Fresnes The gilded streaming sun dances on fitful time Glints through slithering interstitial space Am I driving or am I driven in a cariole. © T. Wignesan, October 29, 1986, Paris (Revised) From: T. Wignesan Copyright ©: T. Wignesan 1992 - October 29, 1986 [from the collection : back to background material, 1993]