3945. TRAVEL

TRAVEL 

(leave me angry)

I denigrate nothing so much as

the moment that passes: We

weakly wave goodbye as

breathing takes our path. At

Baltimore's leafy Leakin Park,

I looked around me once to see

an empty lake; those men had

taken all the water. And, now,

she is standing near me, black

hair streaming, and I am in

the lake  -  but am I dreaming?

-

Once, while taking to the stage, I

saw a klieg light burning; nothing

much went on  -  all those smoke

and mirror things together. Blue notes

were beaming, the piano stood alone.

I fostered every entry, from Rosemont

to Federal Hill. I was nowhere, though

my ghost was in every detail.

-

Suffer me smothered to die.

Take me to Philadelphia. Put

me in Laurel Hill  -  and then,

whatever you do, leave me

angry and walk away.