stars

is what they are

in september rain

 

pouring down

television screens

remembering being made last winter

 

recorded

for memory purposes

silent corners

call me in jamaica

when you’re done

and finished

 

baby wake up

feel the coke machine at your side

the cold waters

feet by my side

 

stupid people

september falls

exotic part-places

come next door

let’s do laundry, wash socks

I’ll lock the door

and have a bowl of Cheerios

as you take your helicopter ride

 

 

 

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.08.27.16:37:32@NYCVIS10036