AND MIRACULOUS, DAEDALUS
I cannot pronounce your name any longer without
wincing - the slovenly streetcars roll by in the rain
and I am only put in mind of trouble. Tracks in the
water where electricity travels? A wonder I'm alive.
I once sought out the porno palace on Endicott Street
just to look for someone like you. There were so many
things to do, I had to fight for time. 'What's it like to be
a famous guy?', someone asked of someone else. 'Someone's
got to do it,' the other said. Like gasoline at a campfire outing.
I remained, longer than necessary. The light was coming up
and the minstrel bread-man was heard singing Beatle tunes.