Confutatis, meet Lacrymosa–two sleepy maestros
Sitting on a bench–until now they were strangers
Aunt History delights at being a matchmaker
What’s next, she thinks—Blind Lemon
Meet Leadbelly; Confucius
Meet cinnamon; Catherine
Here’s Diderot; Schiller-Goethe…
When she gets tired
Of Greyhound metempsychosis
She walks around the corner
To the dirty magazine shop
Desire meet the dollar
She can live
In the present
But she favors the desperate
The little lost lambs
As long as they have something
To say—as long as
They mumble
Planet of the Blind 