september

    a honey drop has left a path
    down the wall of a broken glass
    the Frisco soft-weathered day has
    drowned in the night too deep to dive

    flip! if it's heads  cut his head off
    if it's tails  cut off his tail

    i'v forgotten the looks of my lunch-time stolen car
    i'll have to steal another and still a nicer one

    i went in dry
    now  outside  i'll let the big banging in my head
                             subside
    and of dancing   a reincarnation
    of the two violin paganini  yes  under the bar's dim
                                   watts
    i'v seen a van goghian girl shaking her two butts

    the daytime bees and nighttime cops and sirens
    compete with the buzz in my head
    i'll save gasoline  leave that bmw for you
    and jog
    around the nearest stumbling block
    to forget a
    nother Frisco Bay soft spoken day



wlodzimierz holsztynski
1990-09-12