hurry slowly hurry

when will you take to the cane,
Sabatini?
when will you walk that short-legged
dog into the last
sunset?
that wrinkled-nosed dog
snorting and sniffing
before you
as the sidewalks part
and the ocean roars in
bearing the beautiful
mermaids.


straighten your back,
it’s rushing past
you,
grin at the gods
they’ve lent the luck and the
mirage.

Sabatini?
you hear me?
the young girls of your dreams
have grown old.
Sabatini,
let it go,
the music has finished.

Sabatini,
Sabatini, don’t you hear
me?

why do you keep walking?
nobody is watching.
nobody cares,
not even you.

you are alone, Sabatini.
before your stage,
the seats are
empty.
why do you keep
acting?
what a bad
habit.

the air is so still,
the air is black and still,
you move through the last of
yourself,
give way, give way
you old fart,
hanging by the last thread,
use your own name,
sign the last page,
get out, get out, get out,
get out, get out, get out,
it’s easy,
the last classic
act.
the coast is clear,
do your trick
now.