Lautréamont Disco
beckons the neon

to those
travellers of the night

. . . words.

"What's a nice sewing machine
like you..."

asks an umbrella

"...doing on a dissection table
like this?"

Miss Sewing Machine
tells the umbrella fella

"Hop it buster!"

He hops it.

She is looking for
a Sugar Dalí.

A cute de Chirico statue
is getting chatted up

by what I guess is
a poet.

The poet is
getting his face slapped.

The nostalgia
of the Infinite.