Never Mind the Beasts

Milky Bar

I’m in a Polish
Milky Bar

&

plump ladies
are sweating
into

my gulasz

Sopot August 17th 2009

this sun brings me
back to 21 this sun
in Sopot

when with pierced ear
I did wear

a wet
suit on my

honeymoon

where are you oh
travel mates

I’ve leaked
into

the sea

oh woman hobbling
in canary shirt

I’m here

on this bench

I’ve misread &
mistimed

my trains

soon the light will
go but now
it’s a blue dome

love is an intervention
in this quantum
universe

&

everything

is imprinted
with what

it once
was

farewell oh
bushy
clumps & crotch
hugging

jeans

—————————————-
By Jove!

this is
specjal Jasny
Pełny
with

spicy bird
nuts

There is

a pump
for sok

juice

there are straws
for gals

and plum
and cherry

wodka

oh
my
Elblagians

who
pull fish

from the canal

Vipered &
versed I still
go ill with fear

of the golden mean &
urban sprawl

this grip is

extensive
expensive

expansive

I bend my
ear

to the
tombs.