internet cafe too much expresso not enough time

one day after the christian celebration of,
and one day before the public drunken commemoration of,
i am sitting internet ready
in a temple of bars
waiting

for friends to call me back,
for the wind to stop beckoning so violently,

i am thinking of joyce and ulysses,
of van morrisson and U2
of all the ways blue eyes can stare into you,

it's so different here,
so beer drunk here,
so baby guiness,
so little to actually see here,

just be here,

i wonder if i will ever remember more than a feeling,
this city doesnt have a smell i can buy in perfume bottle size,
or a man whose shirt i will wear to bed,

this city has davis friends,
and the colors of 9 to 5
instead of 11 to never closing,

it's not madrid,
polite and line oriented,
this city closes at a timely two
and my phone calls interrupt never end oriented poems,

so it's time to go,
spain and morocco book half way closed,
no poem yet for dining for darfur,

did i tell you,
loves,
i am home for passover?

let's play,
let's write,
let's think,

let's never ask the questions we know carry no answers,
i miss you,
i am having fun,
lets be pen pals,
or email pals,

i'm trying to be a better communicator

i am toothaching and emptied belly,
dinner tonight,
a celebration to be had,
a balcony awaiting flabby asses,

it's germany and venice in the near future,
back on te 26,
i'll internet love you then,
later,
it's alway later....

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