jeff got old
quick in Cascais
the hills the sea
the constant sun
days go fast
when you're nowhere
and you know it
after dinner drunk and stoned
we danced in the dark heat
southern france
Jeannie Janne Rico Christine
Rita and me never again
will there be anyone like us
all the years on Koningsstraat
all the new year's eve's on the Nieuwmarkt
running out into the smoke
I felt all the dead there is to feel
all the dead that ever lived
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
the tour de France
starts tomorrow
Jeannie's been dead
for a year and a half
I can't imagine her
sitting on a bench
outside the gallery
in the sun getting high