treasure the fool,
shops the Chelsea Hotel
icy January Manhattan
$2500 a month
treasure the fool,
waits to touch the woman who brought him home,
who shackled his will with fierce detachment,
who mocked his shadows laughing off walls
treasure the fool,
visits films alone
refusing to exhaust the rivers of others
treasure the fool,
discovers sedate moons while dreaming of yellow treasures,
mango bearing trees,
glasses overflowing with sweet crushed red ice
treasure the fool,
dying each day wet sand rooting his sex,
white barren winter beach,
portrait of passion,
signature of surrender