Sapphire blue my sequence you embrace as emerald green
Heed the difference little mind
The sapphire blue light bathes you perfect
caresses our languid evening bedroom scene
Words rudely commandeer your splendour
demand of me a scribe to find
A hunched and aged scrivener generously given
the perfection of the image is forever riven
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THIS INSTANT, ON THIS CURVE IN TIME AND SPACE, IN THIS PARTICULAR UNIVERSE, "JOKERS " IS STRICTLY A WORK OF FICTION. ANY SEMBLANCE IN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS HEREIN DESCRIBED TO ANYONE EXISTING IN "THE REAL WORLD" IS PURELY INCIDENTAL. SHOULD, HOWEVER, A READER FIND THEMSELVES UNCOMFORTABLY (OR JUST CLOSELY) IDENTIFIED WITH A PARTICULAR CHARACTER HEREIN DEPICTED, THEY SHOULD BEAR IN MIND THE FOLLOWING QUOTE;
“YOU WILL READILY UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE WILL GO TO ANY LENGTHS TO GET INTO THE FILM, TO COVER THEMSELVES WITH ANY OLD FILM SCRAP … JUNKY … NARCOTICS AGENT … THIEF … INFORMER … ANYTHING TO AVOID THE HOPELESS DEAD-END HORROR OF BEING JUST WHO AND WHERE YOU ARE: DYING ANIMALS ON A DOOMED PLANET.”
William S. Burroughs, “The Ticket That Exploded” 1962
David F. Brandon
