A Worldly Country

<p>Thrill of a Romance </p><p>It's different when you have hiccups. <br />Everything is--so many glad hands competing <br />for your attention a scarf a puff of soot <br />or just a blast of silence from a radio. <br />What is it? That's for you to learn <br />to your dismay when at the end of a long queue <br />in the cafeteria tray in hand they tell you the gate closed down <br />after the Second World War. Syracuse was declared capital <br />of a nation in malaise but the directorate <br />had other hidden goals. To proclaim logic <br />a casualty of truth was one. <br /></p><p>Everyone's solitude (and resulting promiscuity) <br />perfumed the byways of villages we had thought civilized. <br />I saw you waiting for a streetcar and pressed forward. <br />Alas you were only a child in armor. Now when ribald toasts <br />sail round a table too fair laid out why the consequences <br />are only dust disease and old age. Pleasant memories <br />are just that. So I channel whatever <br />into my contingency a vein of mercury <br />that keeps breaking out higher up more on time <br />every time. Dirndls spotted with obsolete flowers <br />worn in the city again promote open discussion.<br /></p>