Nuremberg, 
Nuremberg, the
Nuremberg, the City
Nuremberg, the City That
Nuremberg, the City That Needs
Nuremberg, the City That Needs Its
Sleep
by Eldon Reishus
Nuremberg, the City That Needs Its Sleep
By Eldon Reishus
From theNewerYork.com/eeel
Immense,
like a pair of shadow boxers going straight for the   
like a pair of shadow boxers going straight for the Adam's Apple. 
The poor woman using me as her latest
rich example
possesses skin so delicate that she suffers
whisker burns at the brush of a
whisker burns at the brush of a 
peach.
A pack of 
HARIBO Licorice Wheels,
black, 
black,  peeks 
black,  peeks from her
black,  peeks from her sticky 
black,  peeks from her sticky apron  
black,  peeks from her sticky apron pocket. 
Her edges bumped like the
dame
dame of spades 
dame of spades from the downstairs children's deck,
»There is no word more
 SLUT
 SLUT than 
 SLUT than AND,
 SLUT than AND,«
she says.
»AND will couple with
living,
dead,
EVERYTHING.«
The woman lubricates her art,
The woman lubricates her art,
somehow both underground
The woman lubricates her art,
somehow both underground
AND
The woman lubricates her art, somehow both underground
AND
transcendent,
with the macabre AND the sublime,
 the strange AND the beautiful.
Breathless beneath her naked, Leonardo smile,
Breathless beneath her naked, Leonardo smile, »How do we enter a work of art?« she asks.
»EASY
fictions are at once both imaginary AND non-imaginary.
We go RRRRmmmm-
We go RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm.«
RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm,
RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm, like she has that kind of kinetic wit that alters significantly undergoing 
RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm, like she has that kind of kinetic wit that alters significantly undergoing electrolysis.
(People who don't have religion turn to 
RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm when upset strikes.) 
RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm, 
RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm, like the aerial footage of last summer's crowd looped beneath fireworks at the Nuremberg Ring.
RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm,
RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm, Paddy doing his signature pony-tailed, designer mix:
he sits Buddha style,
his hands folded behind his neck, the two buttons nearest his navel unemployed, not even his crossed legs restless for the time being. 
Like behind his eyelids he's having cataleptic sex with Pola Negri.
Like behind his eyelids he's having cataleptic sex with Pola Negri.
Like behind his eyelids he's having cataleptic sex with Pola Negri.
I shake him hard by the shoulder,
say,
»You got any juice around here?«
»For the fight? Sure, how many seats involved?«
I say,
»Nine, tragically.«
Paddy says,
»Divide your trajedy by three.«
So I say,
»Okay, 
»Okay, okay, 
»Okay, okay, okay.«
Paddy says, 
»Cheers mate, three I can score you.«
RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm,
Helen Keller exchanged such magic night 
AND day.
RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm,
like a piece of Auden floating backwards through the 
brain.
RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm,
like a Pina Bausch druid come 
unrolled in the hay.
RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm,
like teenagers discovering the ifs 
AND outs of recreational driving by 
passing a bong while threading traffic 
weaving lanes.
RRRRmmmm-RRRRmmmm,
like the art 
like the art 
(set up along Fürther Strasse)
like the art 
(set up along Fürther Strasse)
of John Lurie
like the art 
(set up along Fürther Strasse)
of John Lurie
(stalked by Lyme disease)
like the art 
(set up along Fürther Strasse)
of John Lurie
(stalked by Lyme disease)
AND
like the art 
(set up along Fürther Strasse)
of John Lurie
(stalked by Lyme disease)
AND
John's just sitting there
like the art 
(set up along Fürther Strasse)
of John Lurie
(stalked by Lyme disease)
AND
John's just sitting there
AND
suddenly
an iffy bee stings his lower belly
an iffy bee stings his lower belly,
AND John
an iffy bee stings his lower belly,
AND John
(doing Ali talking into Foreman's
heavyweight ear)
an iffy bee stings his lower belly
AND John,
(doing Ali talking into Foreman's
heavyweight ear)
says,
»Is that all you got?«
AND then John's right sole
AND then John's right sole
(its callus crumbling like some
 stucco villa after a rumble with 
Patton's tanks)
AND then John's right sole
(its callus crumbling like some
 stucco villa after a rumble with 
Patton's tanks)
experiences an 
incredible 
atomic bazooka
KA-BLOOWEY!
AND
AND
John
AND
John
(again with considerable butterfly tactical nous)
AND
John
(again with considerable butterfly tactical nous)
breaths
»Is that all you got, Georgie?«