for Water Moccasin

[mollly]

I AM GOING TO ESCAPE INTO THE DESERT BY MOTORCYCLE.
I WILL LEAVE MY HEART IN NEW YORK
AND NOT COME BACK UNTIL I HAVE FORGOTTEN THE FEELING,
UNTIL I BECOME THE GHOST-CHILD OF PALE WIND
AND THE BITTER LOVE OF ICY WESTERN STARS RUNS FERAL IN MY BLOOD.

Comments

[metrocarrecluse]

I cannot escape, not even by motorcycle
From the scrap of paper left on a bedside table
Like from a dog-eared novel by Chopin -
"I love you. Good-bye, because I love you."

[odilemonot]

God, I know!