F a M O U S For W-H-A-T

“I wear the chain I forged in life,” replied the ghost, “I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.” — Marley in Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol “Why is the rum gone?” “True enough, the compass does not point North… it points to the thing you want most in the world” — Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean f a m o u s for w-h-a-t what’s friendship, when famous — drip drip drip of diamonds gold that clamors and clangs like a Marley ghost (the knockers froth) a revolving door, an arrow North West East South Cupid’s conundrum— a whirring compass, C-a-p-t-a-i-n Sparrow’s birds spinning on a clothesline dropping sans five and dime w-a-s-t-i-n-g your time in a party b-u-s t white powder angel dust silk stockings posing on seats s-m-e-l-l-s of feet hair tossed like a Caesar salad jaded olives, glitter dressing and who w-o-n your underpants nothing left underneath… 11/26/2019