James,
The moon looks lovely from the bottom of my champagne glass.
Or was that light from the police helicopter, scanning each street in Fells?
There goes the cop car, its siren like a song.
Black night, slight wind, sailboats sit on syringes and Coke cans.
This night is for Baltimore. It is a night for lovely...
Oh James! How each glass makes me remember you more fondly, how I do
Wish to hear your voice, or that aging face. 39 lines crinkle 'round your eyes.
I remember
The night you told me you loved me.
It was poetry. And french fries. And warm tropical rain.
I wanted to put the world behind me & live
With you in a Tahitian hut.
You'd be sunburnt
And my boobs ripe and brown.
And we'd wash our hair with coconuts.
