Saturday, December 01, 2012

 
The Company

Principals choose black
Infinities for visits,
twice yearly, to salon

franchises. Family outliers--
grandparent founders
fortunately retired–-use

a psychedelic hearse for
concerts. Enough said.

It flips on I-95 coming back
from a wet Jimi Hendrix tribute.

Funeral directions on small disc that
headquarters’ equipment can’t read, so

President Hal digs out an old Compaq
from the cellar of his Stamford mansion,
peruses last requests midst wine racks.

He notes Hendrix, Kerouac, and Ginsberg,
writes Bach, Shakespeare, and Scripture. In
a mauve van with firm’s name in chartreuse

calligraphy on both doors, and Yusef and Eileena
discretely under, glib distributing couple later speak

of many things. Chief of which an agreement that
the funeral so advanced the brand! Their territory:

Southern Connecticut and toni-
er slivers of Long Island.

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