parallel planes

 
 

        i am drunk on the promises
        promises spin my head

            bubbles in the water
            bubbles in champagne
            soap bubbles in the air

        sliding askew the shine of a quiet lake
        a leaf of a shadow has crossed a stone head
        why am I asleep or am I forgetting
        the summer days dance cut short by the blackness

        i wish to be drunk
        on bubbles raising in champagne
        loud mouths shut down
        each other's promised land



wh,
1990-07-16