29.viii.00
on a train from Zurich to Vienna
luck didn't hold out this time
a car with no seats to push
together and three infants right behind me.
this means sleeping upright
in cramped quarters.
Austria.
sleepless garb shifts in uncomfortable
space dreamless at intervals
no dreams of women
*** or otherwise
is this the brunt of getting old?
travel has its fringe delights like
your stench after three days
l'parfumerie of God
sweat dust more sweat
collect them from each city like
trading cards
Lausanne. fertile, antique,
rich with wine and history.
home of the Olympic Committee!
why go?
dreams of a waterfall on a postcard
hundreds of meters of cliff face and
passing from the center a stream
of rich Alpine water
was this some astonishing feat of
touch photography?
was there
deceit involved?
why the burn for 10 long years?
there was once a penpal
girl from someplace French
maybe on my way down to
Lake Geneva
she walked her dog right past me
pause at a remote Swiss substation
there's fog out of Washington Irving
and I want to ride horses through it
I will have to settle for iron steeds
and watch the literature go by
here I go to Vienna
like a pinball shooting myself
out of the game
Budapest to Vienna to Florence to
Nice to Lausanne to Vienna to
Paris and flip!
multiball bonus back to the US.
all in a week.
rather,
drain.
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