vertigo

vertigo

 

    liquored fumes, cigared smog

      penetrating his nostrils
      in short, sporadic bursts;
      the intoxication of social artistry
      ravaging his calm exterior—


      falling, falling into that foreign oasis,
      miraged in ambient perplexities:
      the neon flares of proposition,
      the harsh raspings of locomotion,
      the fumbling surfaces of confusion.


      ‘til all stood still,
      he could not stare into her eyes—
      the eyes of a woman
      crossed with the herald virtue
      of ages innumerable and of nations diverse—
      (before she blithely disappeared
      into that vexing sunset of vermillion).