faint nothingness

the
oyster shack

and the 6 clam women -- with the clawed-out eyes and the tepid leg.

the jackal
barks
at the dead grass as your lover pours orange juice over the wound.

skyscrapers
spilling on an ocean
of hammers--

little gods in the making.

loveless creatures gasping out--

gasping in the vacuum.

''HAVE YOU STILL NOT READ THE GREAT GASTBY"?

''why
of course not''

bellowing out,

a smoke puff seeps into the room and the night-shade is drawn in ,and the whispers fade into years of faint nothingness