A Nighttime Dandy

a bit o' nonsense

A Nighttime Dandy

On my way to Bell Gardens
a constellation took my hand,

kissed it,

and asked me to dance.

My cerebellum 
cycled through solar fusion

to lacquered jazz,
a Japanese sax accompanying 
our futuristic jaunt,

forever postulating my Nabokian moves.

A galleria of galaxies... 

Imaginary numbers jitterbugging through my illiterate mind --
Spin me again, Johnny Six, to that jujitsu jive!

Today we craft a new religion,
Postdiluvian,
worshipping Rosetti and dark chocolate,

zealots before idols
scattering white roses over Orion's nose,

making him sneeze stars across the universe.

When I slip another quarter into the jukebox,
they hum along quietly,

their arms
too 
long
to care.