And then the drug takes hold
And goes down into your arms and your fingers.
Wipes the pain along in front of it, washes

  No sleep for either of us on the flight to
Maine and then to Gatwick. From the train, backyard
allotments and cooperatives, the city hardly

It is like watching Yehudi Menuhin on television.
You see a round face,
mute, busy,

Someone enters your life
on a day you no longer
remember. The years pass,

1.     At first, I thought I was an angel.
I was alone & the black air
hummed with moths with the smell

There is no returning,
This he would not see.
How in this darkness,

You bring the Red Devil back fast,
left wrist whirling in the circle
as the line fills the spool—

To lose your hair, to lose your temper, 
if you see what I mean, your precious time, 
to fight a losing battle, 

You talk about the Soo Locks 
and how you love to watch the water 
go up and down, and the boats, 

So many verticals, and 
How every object is a bar 
To thought, the table