DRUMROLL

 

My life is somber

like those blues of Picas

so

so

I will treat you

to the most beautiful 

of my suicides

I already hear

the staccato laughter

of Rimbaud at dusk

and Giorgione

playing the luth

to a Venetian maiden

and my father a sudden barfly

singing guarachas

to a jiggy Silvia Plath...

May I have a drumroll

while entering

in Hell?