End Your Life With A Question

I see an intelligent lizard with a large crest of green;
an occupational hazard. can you speak
in an unintelligible language to me (an arrangement
of tendrils would have great meaning) but what
I would like the most would be jazz floating on
the warm breeze across a table with enigmatic objects
covering its surface.
      'the world lives for us' says an old man
      with a moon face and no hair on it.

do you hang on the air in glowing light,
glistening on surfaces of metal, reflecting through
the dim, smoky room?
It illuminates our faces
and the positional significance of our relationships.

can you see him there?

      'a laser,' the doomed man cries,
observing his impending suffocation by increasing
favor; though he stands like a super-hero, blond
and Nordic, where could he be? Perhaps in drops
on the side of your car.

So why speak to me of love?

1978

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