Scenes from a Late Night Dream #2

On the outskirts of the empire
of an ancien regime three sheets
to the wind on a sinking ship of
fools a voice in the wilderness
of mind cries out Land Ho where
we disembark to find our conquering
hero on the far side of the sea where
choirs of new monks of the hermitage
chant in three part harmony en los
anos dominae, meanwhile back at
the not so OK Corral the Beat Angel
shuffles in with Chinese eyes and a
wicked grin as the man in black sips
red eyed gin recalling the days of sin
and redemption in the garden where
slumbering sidekicks dropped a dime
way past midnight in the wee small
hours of the morning of deceit when
history was made and time stood
still while the phony philosopher
bellowed follow your bliss and the
pursuit of happiness became a fool’s
errand as the foreign window slammed
shut like a hurt face betrayed by a kiss