The Advent of the Hooded Figure


I closed my eyes and saw a thought cube vision:

limousine on a dead-end road

with chauffeur standing besid

e it scanning a tree-top nerv

ously or is he merely scanni

ng a dirigible (hein hein) sk

y ads with great brand

names slanted towards the sun:

one touch of darkness—delicate

black lines like tendrils in a

tropical vine tactfully

hidden behind a luxuriously appointed

mobile home in the slow-lane

rumble-seat Ch-Wa-Wa midge