Tuesday, June 26, 2007

A hedgewizard and a hacker
spell binary pyrotechnics and prestidigitations on
computer screens (they keep the flies out).
One drinks lacquer; the other brews liquor beneath his wicker chair,
and a gardener, who cannot find a clean white shirt that fits,
drops rock and paper and scissors through his hands
and says: "Leave them where they fall. I for one, who is for all, cannot find the winner or their flaws."
Three men in a tub, in which they float,
for fear of suppression and submersion of the model swimmer.

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