according to bank records

i travel between Amsterdam 

and Lisbon many times

in 2008

trapped inside by an episode cevenol

killing time reading obituaries


 

She was a Niederdorfstrasse stripper

I bought champagne we drank

She spoke English  she said

I have  something special for you

the next night i went back I waited

halfway down the street I heard her

calling where are going come back

 

i was in the beginning

centuries came before me

i learned but was always 

who i was born and when

 

you ruined it

no poetry

When we got to Edam

There was a goat at the gate

Chained to a post a little

Dog house for shelter

We had lunch it started to rain


live until

you die

my friend 

said then

almost died

lives now

until he's

dead

Another Letter From A Friend

I'll be fine.

My Dr. figured out what my problem is 

and why unprovoked blood clots are happening to me.

It's nice to know I'll be walking down the street or doing something 

and I'll just drop dead from a stroke.

Dream

will i be ok


i think you'll be ok

this feels amazing


i can't believe you're doing this

i love you


i love you too

i just want to see you smile

dead or

in jail

hey lee

little's changed

still hungry


it looks like no one lives here


thoughts are dust

written more dust

 

very few

people

I've met

man alive

no one listens

man dead

no one learns


consider yourself lucky

if you're bored

most importantly 

stop the bleeding

Cappy Jack was killed

by a dormant Vietnamese

river parasite

 

one night at the 420 Cafe

he told me believe nothing

you hear little of what you see



life is about masterpieces


Gianni told me

life is a tragedy

his daughter killed

in a crash coming home

from a club in Italy

his son drowned surfing

in India


The Italian government

took his passport

I sent an email for him

asking for reprieve 

no reply

 

years later

we had dinner

on the Nieuwmarkt 

now he's dead

natural causes


 




We are gods

The earth is 

Heaven

Koningsstraat

Jeannie's been dead

for a year and a half

I can't imagine her

sitting outside the gallery

in the sun getting high

 little to say

Prayer And Prozac

no one 

cried

when mother 

died     

a scissored 

Bible

by her 

side