TOW GHOST

Aristotle contemplates … the bust of Glissando … her eyes stop lights … her eyes are stop lights … in their church

the philosopher envies … her angst … she spits his words … each spins as it falls

into

the wandjina

Aristotle contemplates  (to better effect)  a bust of Homer … his hand on Homer’s head … his gaze on the bust’s glazed eyes … the news anchor also

preempts interiority … the pixels of … her network’s logo

daub the Thames … where … the Fighting Temeraire … trembles

in sunset agoraphobia

Aristotle and Glissando

slurp each other’s … biota

risking … strange looks … from the shore

then the sham shaman slams all antica … and upward bound … I smoke my prayers