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Ah, but to cautiously

reflect

on memories

of absinthe in Prague

and the taunting figure

of Jarry supersedes the moment

The pink elephant in lederhosen

was quite real

as breathing statues of saints

on the St. Charles

accuse me of sin and crime

and while it isn’t fair

I plead for leniency

in a full confusion

guilty as charged in all cases

the predictions of stars

misaligned

over cobblestone streets

the town centers

seems to be abuzz

Liquid music percolates

from a hidden discotheque

and aging whores attempt

to earn a 200 corona fare

but only suspicion is aroused

in the wee hour encounter

so I just stand

in front of the Astrological Clock

and hope the gargoyles come

to sacrifice me to the Gods

Lest they descend from the skies

with merciless assault

I just raise a toast to Jarry

and green fairies hopscotch

to pink elephants skipping rope

as the underlying evil

rises as fog from the Vtlala

and the brightness of the moon

is hard to miss