1812

OVERTURE

Amid slight diesel fumes, the lights dim.
Semaphore leads us to love songs
Of hallucinations on the water, fugue
State wanderings across moors and braless
Contentions with renewal forms.
Tonight I will dine on Greek food,
Summoned for a stark portrayal
Of my chiseled referendum skylight.
I am grateful for this ferberized music
Lending me its campfire and its Rin Tin Tin.