The dogs days of summer arrive
stylin on the beaches of mind sans
sea breezes sweltering as if a cat on
a roof top in Brooklyn still holds the
charmer since every other person is
connected to the County of Kings on
family trees of varying degrees even
the fair lass from County Down who
passed this way a short time ago with
a twinkle in her eye arm in arm with
Quazimodo the infamous hunch back
a fair and lovely working girl so they
say who often have too much to say
much too much ado about nothing
jive talkin idle gossip bearing false
witness at water coolers of eternity
while some of us seek destiny or an
epiphany look: up in the sky, there
goes the last Beat Angel on the rise
in the cusp of the Northwest sky with
Venus Mars and Saturn visible almost
to the naked and the dead and purple
hues are falling at twilight as summer
days shoot by with Sirius Ascending
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