Upstrapped by his boots-pulled,
he set about opening coffee chains
and the girl down below
moaned a blue note, a blue note, a blue note.
The great erring pains
of bearing the ugliest goddam baby in the world
tore out his wife's temporal lobe.
Step aside, he said,
gesticulating at her. She stepped.
Her little white gown swayed a little
in the ICU air.
He motioned towards his feet, and she kissed them.
The ocean turned in full defeat,
the denouement undone
or undoing itself until full night comes,
neptune on its back.