The wind quartet howls softly
My jeep hand strokes her necklace
Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold.


Her bird head torn with summer
Inspects a Spartan runner

Robbing time a chosen Prince of Speed

My goblet drenched with Autumn

Tears for my dead cat Ena
Silver Surfer sorcerer of spray.


She headed deep in chartreuse
A falcon glimpse of white teeth
Separated by lace cinnamon folds.


We hid and rid in hansom
Cab wrenched from lost Byzantium

Lordlett who once held the earth In chains