the scurvy tunes of alonzo riley (3)

Join the union
of bedroom
philosophers.

Drift wakefully
in Boccaccio,
Villon, Duras;
Akhmatova,
Sappho, Debord.

Summon five
friends
to a moon-
gazing party.

In Baraka,
Neruda, Serge
immerse;
read Rabelais,
Pier Paolo,
& the Paris
Manuscripts.

Carry
the seeds
of revolution
everywhere.

Discuss
in concert
what could be
der wahre
Kommunismus.

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Juliette
darkflower,
book-hungry,
looks on the
world, her eyes
burning ruby.

She wants
to know.
Dangerous,
she.

Where are the larks
of morning?
Where, the poppies
of May?

The wind is
bitter,
the slop
rises.

Storm
is breaking
on the towers.

Doomed companions,
adventure must
not die.

Juliette will sing
forbidden songs.
Dangerous, she.

To remember love.
To resist.