=As the passionless speak=

As the passionless speak
the ghosts of centuries rise from their graves
dragging along regret and begin to sing
and moan and wail and clamor and screaming
crowd before the empty stage
where the passionless speak.

As the passionless speak
the mass of nihilists cringe in their cubicles
of white and blue and smoking circles of yellow
begin to fill up like pufferfish balloons
as together they stare unbelievably at screens
where the passionless speak.

As the passionless speak
the hordes of hedonists rush and stampede
to prostrate themselves before their prophets
proclaimed in a fit of passion and orgasm
with new declarations of infatuations of love
when the passionless speak.

As the passionless speak
scholars and students young and old
quibble and rebel schnell and langsamer
and the psychologists pray with psychiatrists
for divine intercision of patient patients
when the passionless speak.

As the passionless speak
the poets lose themselves in paroxysms of
distaste of lemons and limerical apostrophes
even cats concede their precious time
with a ripple of fresh condescension
when the passionless speak.

As the passionless speak
all my passions flee dreams and bold
gestures desires letters still folded
in their sleeves bleach away their ink
and dye slowly but surely forgotten
in their passionless sleep.