Hostel with hospital sheets
sterile white
thin walls-- thin enough to hear the talk next door
but not to speak the language.
Hello Dublin--
cobblestones and guinness
and meat in every meal.
Blistered feet-bleeding adventure,
this jet-setting heart is beating something
syn
co
pated
It's suppertime in New York--
A starch, a protein, and a vegetable.
Early yet with eyes fast shutting,
I'll wake tomorrow
wondering where I am
in this submarine of a bunk-bed
with aching toes
and a strange man in the bed
across the room
and fight onward.
To the next drink,
the next shop,
the next field of the greenest grass I swear
I've ever seen.
And feel
alive
awake
electric
A wanderer with shutter-eyes
and a dully aching, full and marvelous
heart.
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