I'm afraid I rambled
but it's ok
the tombs
the turrets
the blazing streets of
the city
we longed for a breeze
and settled for a beer
we threw the letters in the trash
while you rifled through the boxes of old raincoats
i found a walkman with a tape in it
but the tapes were demagnetized
and all we could hear was
Spiro Agnew
the police were knocking down the door next door
and we climbed out the fire escape
there was a naked woman on the street
you gave her your hat
we bought tickets for the raffle
hoping to win a giant house in the suburbs
where we could eat japanese food
and drink cold rice wine
