Going Crazy, in Prague
Now I will always be on that damned bridge,
Its metal crucifixes and vomit-
Holes of gargoyle stone
Where couples stop their tracks
For selfies on their Kafka - paths.
One takes a photo
A sad hangdog roping
Two smiling poodles on a stone bridge,
Another
Remembering dog-gods black-browed
Gnashing stained teeth
Under furious eyes
Snapping at his heels.
At the castle, I was still hoping for your kiss
While the hurdygurdyman
Leaned over his coffin and unleashed his notes
To a skein sewn on the flat streetstone.
Gracefully you fluttered a note to his bowl
While on the safe lawn of the known
I was hiding within and behind
Knowing enough must always be more
Than enough, and more than
I could pay as I heard you say
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