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When desire fled,
the sump pumps of
sublimation started
to hum, and
suddenly my mind went spinning like
a pinwheel that wouldn’t stop,
sleep became the stranger I used
to know,
poems fell into my head whole, and rolled out by the
dozen, like bagels at Brueggher’s,
my opposable thumbs began twitching
uncontrollably,
six pyramids were built between 3:30 am and
4:30 am,
and the Mona Lisa was repainted before dawn.
When desire fled, I stalked the streets, searching for
a few good civilizations that needed
to be built.
October, 2002