Absence

Monkeyshine
swing brightly
so circus
shine
Cheshire-grin
two-in-hand
tarnished
ticking tango
it's trillium time.

Quicksilver current
queen of shades
on an Andalusion
tide-riding
time machine.
Brothers three
Castor, Pollux
and Old Jim Beam
she's
eclipsing Luna
and it's only half-past twelve.

Claim-jumping
(you've got)
two talents
and a burlap bag
always the rush...
and that right now
Mr. Forty-Niner
fax me
some of that fool's gold
I'm asking
I'm prospecting
asking alchemy.