Toast for Passion on a Supposed Ferry

forgotten banknotes,

exposure amplified,

Tribeca bar

lower island

sinking beside million dollar storefronts

displaying discarded dreams

confusion amplifies,

my back turns in tenderness,

stepped on fleeing the boiler,

double boiler,

just another burnt piece of toast,

just another penniless passion on this supposed ferry

today a circle journey,

tomorrow abstract lofts,

confusion permeates,

a painter you heard of from Transamerica past lifetimes,

your friend this painter,

whose dreams

would not shoot through my back,

yes...my back turned in tenderness

1985

NYC