Other than the conversation
on all sides surrounded
sound waves
tremoring
in Maribor.
Journey to the stars
through the mountains
winding
river,
here
embarking
This stony silent stronghold of a town.
Eardrums cognisant,
then,
and only then
with whispers flying
do you crawl,
Laughter cackling for hours,
hands clapping every entry
from train
to one handy mobile drive
through shifting gears,
and sprawling streets.
"How does it make U feel?"
Epiphany,
bird song,
from pillar to post
anarchic
like tides, locked inshore
cackle drowning sleepy drowsy
atwixt the wood and metal bars
casting beer into the dark inside
here is your distant dream:
Bridges alight,
shimmering on the river,
the bright streets
riding bareback
their illuminated smiles.
5/4/02