Alive In 85

look back in anger, look back in anger, look back in anger.

FLATFOOT 

You—watching,

I see you, blossom eyed

eating me, not knowing it.

 

O why?

It’s her—but you

don’t know that,

 

you don’t know

Columbus, her in

my Columbus.

 

But I can’t call

her mine—neither

you, or Columbus.


It is ours!

Our travel—

are you tired?

 

Cold throated,

nervous Columbus

running from

           

daylight and cops,

eaten by floral

patterns on couches.

 

Columbus

Columbus

Columbus.

 

How much can

you know—about

Columbus?


Her Columbus

that I want,

want, want—

 

O Columbus

come close.

Hers is too far.

 

I want nudely,

Can we dance—

flatfoot?


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