In the last days of wonder When spirits still flew where we sat holding hands In half-darkened rooms Nicola Tesla In the hotel New Yorker nursing sick
I left a black shoe hanging from a telephone wire I threw hubcaps in the bushes filled the creek with burning tires I drove circles in the meadow threw
like four million tons of hydrogen exploding on the sun like the whisper of the termites building castles in the dust you?re no longer leaving foot prints
one morning in May in a milk-white convertible drove slowly away Beautiful William with curling black hair gold rings on his fingers as he held to the