Jan-79

january

1979 saw a terrible crash

my ear pressed against the pass like a glass on a wall of a house in a photograph. my forehead no longer sweet with the holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips. i was floating in a peaceful sea 'rescued' by a sinking ship. if i could become the servant of all - no lower place to fall. you watched me like a 10 car highway wreck with detached

vulgar curiosity. this looking

down at the tops of the hats of us passers-by from your 7th story balcony. from such a height you missed the creatures too small for sight carry on covert

conversation and the misguided insects crowned me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration! after years with a crown on my head i've grown

overfed

unconcerned

and comfortably numb kept busy indulging in pleasures of the wealthy at the first sign

of possible trouble i turned my heels and ran my life is a cup of sugar i borrowed before time began and forgot to return

it was a

matter of time - i always said i could see now i'm going blind

it was a matter of miserable time -- but i heard somewhere there was a cure for useless eyes?