Wolf In Europe: Landing In Poland
' Me & my pal Ginsberg arrive in Poland, now more artisticly able from coffee-blood and sleep deprivation. I hear him say: "If you can speak your heart, speak, but make sure you do it with style; give each word a signature" '
We descend,
the head pressure...
two weeks, two fingers pushing
into the lobe, bent back eyebrows,
head slicked fishlike, tongue numbed,
unable to unfurl, or save brain from
aneurism, burst bloodvessles
over unknown enemy land,
somewhere over graves, cossack soldiers,
dead over stolen hillfronts, battalions,
old anger unsettled on greenhills, wheat fields,
clouds now eye level.
Landed.
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