Blue Moon Dream

From our gauntly utilitarian porch,

the tawdry majesty of Modernia, the city of dreams,

stretched and sloped out below

like a pleasant suggestion of skyscrapers and pistachio lattes.

Lotus Dreamer lay in supine savasanah corpse pose

on his back on a grassy knoll, by a gasoline rainbow that shimmered like a drum cymbal

in magnificent "sound and fury" for an hour

before fusing with the disability parking logo beneath;

Below, on a rustic ocean wharf, the horned fox wielded and wailed

his mad and melancholy saxaphone song to:

a crowd of crabs that clicked their claws appreciatively