#2,628 Another lost weekend
Another lost weekend
[in
a half-known city] will be
a temporary residency in
my sojourns –
cold fear of
dying solus focus ‘gain as
I sit in a church –
Église du
Sacré-Cœur –
a grand hall
for God’s coercions –
am I
alone?
A flow of others to
hidden parts
[in His place
of prayers] corrects me –
I
am wrong to so assume &
assumption is our Mother
of all Fuck-ups –
[Mary too
takes a role] –
Outside this
auld surviving ark a police
siren plies its comedy wail
up Rue de Bègles
[a toll of
bells –
dream hole-high in
reply] –
I leave this behind
as I return to my nulle part