An Absurd Romance ~ Sunday, October 11, 2026

The ghost of Albert walks from the wreckage
he feels fine, lighter than ever, aghast
envisions the moment before, a flash

ghastly, before his eyes, his life, an ache
his head, his whole body, but now, no pain
oddly, he sees the passenger, a toast
still and silent, his body, its burnt flesh
transforms into blackened enormous wings

ostensibly, still on fire, a coin
for the ferryman, placed inside his mouth

Albert, of two minds, the salt and the sand
left behind, an angel formed by an oath
blackened, orange roughy, thus to descend
emerge out of brimstone, the girl with bangs

reads his novels, his plays, his short stories
troubled by the angel with its arguments

words of literary criticism
absent of polemics, as she tarries
literally waiting for an angel
kings and queens matter nought to her dead prince
silently, she listens for the chasm

frosted over with charm, what to believe
religion and the Church, with its angle
original gangsters hustle and scheme
money in the name of the Almighty

translations obscure the sunlight on chrome
heavenly, the knife without blood, naughty
escape from the abuse, now a pet peeve

welcome recovery, Albert, long gone
ride a convertible, or on a train
empty analysis in retrospect
call the kettle, nothing to gain but kin
killing kin to explain Cain and Abel
arguments retrofit the truth and feign
genuine politics, the Warsaw Pact
empty the mind, she revives her angel

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