Sunday, February 15, 2009

Narcissus-X Contemplates

Beans, Boston beans, Boston Brahmins: Boston baked beans made with beer and yellow onions.

Beans of song, beans of note, beanbag chairs are mellow boats. Narcissus-X goes sailing there: below the sky, above the stair. And stares through cold and glassy panes, past icy stars to ebon infinities.

Jack, shrewd Jack, wise beyond bourgeois dreams. Sold the cow for a handful of beans.

Beans in the moonlight, Beans in the night, Beans ascending to starry heights.

If Narcissus-X dreams, will the giant sleep?

No comments:

Like Narcissus-X?

Bookmark it,
Add it to your Favorites,
Add to Your Technorati Faves,
Stumble It
("Following" list moved here, after Blogger changed formats)

Devotees of the Euphistic Quidditer