Gugu and Momo
shared a strange reality made from footsteps
the land of spirit being open to improvisation
with existence a fountain of plenty for all
too much meaning too much of the time
is it not true to the self of selves that
suffering to one is suffering to all
they patiently awaited the great emancipation
which had been delayed more than once
due to their sharing the long end of the telescope
and other subjects that must never be spoken of
a non accomplishment of great relevance
life being a charade a painted wooden pony
whose surprise discovery was immanent
due to its continents of piled bones
ticking and tocking the smell of sulfur
Gu and Mo expectantly gazed edgewise
into the murk of their own apparition
which was clomp clomping nearer and nearer
beset by dread they clutched close
and waited for the final tap on the shoulder
hello bright pilgrims it was Calliope
muse to the amused and the wretched
a necessary duet if the one is to survive the other
she was an enduring oasis of song
in a measureless rattlesnake desert
planets and their luminous suns
capered about her ruby lit hair
drink from my breasts children she rued
you have just begun your confluence of chance
to wrench the Earth from its socket
a darkest lamentable catalog of crime
GuGu and MoMo gripped one another
eyes frozen for all time wide open
how can this be Mo went Gu
thank the nice lady Gu went Mo
and they both came to the mutual agreement
that they should start counting.
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