B a r o o m b a

When Egon looked into the void mirror,
He mostly saw Nothing:
He saw: a darkened hallway in a half-vacant Chicago apartment…
He saw a stack of uneaten White Castle sandwiches
He saw a good cocktail party
He saw other girlfriends
He saw “L” and “G” and “B” and “T” and “Q.”

Firing photon streams into the air; being careful not to cross them,
He stared, horrified, at the exploding chandelier
And wondered if he’d ever see his secretary again.

B a r d o z . . .