I knew what you were thinking?
Bondage and rope
Or maybe instead,
Raw fish – no hope.
And I knew you were feeling?
Understanding, drugs and dead sluts,
You stopped.
You drank, then
You ate.
Spinach and pork,
Crab cakes, fire
And chicken sauce.
A vestibule, a pew, a stairway,
Always a new conflicted view.
Godfather cars, Studebaker religion,
Spray painted, Detroit monuments.
Mixed well,
Hot paprika poverty, heroin and blood.
But in all lounging warmth, I inherit
Liberia, Libya, the Congo,
Dirt dust smells – fear and drama.
Lebanon, Syria and Sicily.
Peaceful mystery, sea and such beauty!
I haven’t stood on your ground,
I haven’t left my chair.
But there you and all there is..
I stare.
I don’t know …
What are you doing in such despair?
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