Wheat and Chaff Rhumba

South of Naples

North of desire

I lost my way

In the middle of a choir

Blinds of clay

Splints of wire

Filaments of no degree

Rumbling ’gainst fire

Silly—something—seraphim

Pickles with feijoada

Graceless curtains, listless spires

Incunabula bound in briars

Show me the baloney

I’ll give you five to one

No percentage clamming up

Or corralling all the liars

Slow motion, sudden moves

Tipsy till the top

Bottoms up: make believe

Dance until you drop