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Mary Garden is Monna Vanna or Salome, darling Garden
—Polly have a cracker—is divine, sugar two lemon, drunken
Carmen—Nirvana—Cracker Polly—pull them out with fire
tongs
Night swims in through the window myriads of thunder
tossed blue balloons—click—whirr—Ha.
EDWARD NAGLE
NEW ORLEANS SPRING 1925
M athematics of you
Projected from a street piano
laugh mouth sea hair
Yet what Ho when
corpses in crinolines
corpses in furbelows
Green laughter in moon dust chokes
continuous minuet
And Hells Bells when
night jasimine swirls from purple flesh
C’mon, G’mon in Mister, two dollahs
Always placid yellow child in rose pinafore always
in green night
God may compute the institutional smells
of hotels
But who a cat in pursuit of
a blue jay on a crimson shadowed emerald lawn
pestilence of flower trees
White magnolia, hibiscus, night jasimine,
chameleons scuttle up through moss hairy live oaks
Camelia, pomegranate, poincetta, mimosa,
bourganelia, twisted coral vine
How do you know
New England
Death might not be
the tranquility of a southern Sunday afternoon
lost in a park
Aeroplane
sizzling overhead in static flight from bulging shower
black clouds