falling…falling…

skidding through this tunnel

so fucking frigid

both of us dripping red

were we dead?

we read tonight the French invaded Poland

in a blizzard

using dogs to sniff out the enemy,

Polish cats were ripped and eaten alive

screeching down fire alleyways

escaping to be free again,

we again

her changes wears a green scarf

enclosing what little warmth resides,

she stands alone atop a mountain

velvet snows soundlessly shrouding

my only earthly companion

baby, when we ran together

there was nobody else in the world,

we were shoeless assassins,

drumming,

flippant,

unassuming,

grabbing at flowers to ease the pain,

occasionally looking back at each other

as if to remember

some sweet melody, once skated

crossing a windy frozen north country lake

can you recall each awakening,

or am I the only one

mired in that music?

because when I imagine you I touch you,

now, then,

no difference

so pass the deal, Jackeen-

memories like these are transparent love affairs

left procrastinating inside our western heads,

for we remain clay in each other’s hands

forever spinning wheels

occasionally chasing something great

back to where it came from,

somewhere way far from this unforgiving light

1983

NYC