Come, let us go now, to a place beyond dreams.
Let us arise and go now
through the fond, murmuring streets
through the blind, stuttering boulevards
where siren song stills the air
where the minute’s wheels wend their way
to that elusive rapturous bliss.
Let us rush now, you and I,
like the honeybee to its hive
to the merry, manic marmalade malls
to the towering halls of swithering tongues
to the glittering temples that mesmerize all:
where those who seek know not what they crave,
yet surrender to pipe and drum and sweet serenade.
There we shall find short solace.
There, castoffs to shores of grief and joy,
like ghosts, like waves dashed upon rock,
we’ll drift past glimmering galleons
covet the treasures of shipwrecked men
grope for beads, for baubles and gems
while all the while we sink and swim,
swim and sink and the siren song
sweetly scuttles our unsolaced souls.
Come quickly now, rise up,
submit at once to this hasty urge:
not greed nor grail shall accept one dram
nor glass render reason
nor brass surrender the season we cannot escape.
Let gold and silver release their grasp,
and jewels their hapless, jaded clasp,
yet snow shall not discharge these couriers
nor rain postpone the swift completion
of our most sacred rounds.
let desire trumpet the way.
Let us in full fanfare not delay.
Let serendipity draw us fast
from these transient, abandoned alleys
to the splendid golden valleys
where tree and grass defy the sky,
where silken flowers in concrete lie.
Let neither spouse nor child obstruct the way.
The time has come to submit and pay.