this morning

after i woke-up i went back to sleep
and had my dreams
a man fell though the floor
and i had to go down the stairs to find him
and he'd been turned into a fish
and no one would help
until i started to cry
and me and her
who'd groped
through Montparnasse
we sat together
nearly flirting
before an abscent love
then i told someone
we are not waking up in chicago
but have been moved in the night
in driving back
i went through one tunnel
after another
made sure my lights were on
not to see
but to be seen
and i saw the painting
of light and dark gemini shadows
over a window
in a car park
as i came to walk
up concrete stairs
dacoeur

berto