Rubicon on broadway
young and beautiful
in white Cadillacs and Buicks
audio pop gods transmit
preludes for the night
through hair waves
and satellite finger tips
Buried souls are only resurrected
among friends
at Shakespearian rags
at 10
in mind
with wine, no whine
oh mine, oh mine
no more golden toads in Costa Rica—
the planet is a metaphor for the body—
old spice and white gum
our everyday gospel