XVIII: At Midnight

At Midnight

A shark smiled at sea

but no cucumber stank feet

so I dove towards the Sun

where three ravens played guitar.

Oh – howled the stone

before it sprung grass on the ocean floor.

Who will play Chess with me?

Wondered a lonely whore.

At Midnight

– F H Hakansson

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