Your toes against me moved,your "best feet." You were told.Morning herald camealong wearing shades.My window open all night.Heels on the cobblestone streetand I can't help but looking.Down to the plaza and someonedrinking coffee, unfolding a bicycle.Your best feet against me moved.Heels on the cobblestone streets.Not finishing upstairs,walking alone with frites.If you weren't the only one … Continue reading Antwerping
Tag: Europe
Landscape: Benelux into Germany
a. A city like Rotterdam bombed, rebuilt The Nazis said submit or we’ll bomb you into the ocean The ‘Dammers submitted but got bombed anyway What’s the point in that? Now, taller buildings Europe’s busiest port A few coffeeshops tucked away. In a café, cream of mushroom soup, the best bread and a little butter in … Continue reading Landscape: Benelux into Germany
Misc. Haiku 31-35
31
Flushed Rhine has risen
To welcome our arrival
In the wine-land
32
Skyline sky,
Skybleached sky.
How many times I will describe it
33
Coin empire,
You’re running out of coins—
Guess how I paid for you
34
Sky more blue
Or clouds more white?
What haiku at this height?
35
Heels on a cobblestone street.
Oh, I can’t help
But looking
The Knowledge
Only because you’re handsome—
that dark black hair of yours,
those slick metallic sides
sweeping down the sidewalk,
stopping to kneel at the neediest feet—
You know where to take me
without even asking—
you know me
better than a cabbie in London
knows his British city. The main street,
the side street. My street, yours.
University of
In a chair with three legsa brain-damaged man sits upright.He drinks peppermint vanilla latté,he talks across the Atlanticto Eurasian-collared doves. We ride the tube, yo?We double decker.If Denmark doesn't brew it,we'll D-I-Y it right here.Scotch is for men with hairy tongues. I fill the room as I sleep.I leave my dreams under the pillowfor the … Continue reading University of
Horses in Funny Coats
Up the grain elevator
one hundred and eighty degrees
(but no proof)
an aspen chopped in two
makes a fence holding
asses in funny-coat blankets.
When the rail rusts, what's left behind?
Down the track electric: a bottle
cast off to house earthworms;
an impatientist painting
bequeathed in night to the sound
of apple pie vapors wrapped in waxen mem'ry.
Full poem here...
6.4.2002
AIRPLANE[9:47a est] The time doesn’t seem right but it is. Set watch back six hours an hour & a half ago, so it went from 2:30 pm to 8:30 am. This flight has been alive for about three hours. Left at 12:50 pm. Emily’s flight left about one-half hour after mine. I gave her a … Continue reading 6.4.2002
6.1.2002
Bathroom[1:06 am] Sitting on a can in Circus hostel fourth floor men’s restroom. As Oscar says, “Just keep going, it’s at the end of the hall, you can’t miss it.” And as I found it the first time, and as I later told him, “You’re right about the bathroom.” You literally walk right into it … Continue reading 6.1.2002
5.28.2002
[Note: This Europe log begins on the date of May 22, 2002, found further down the page at the post dated 2.24.2005.]May 28, 2002 [9:32 am]TO MUNICH On bahn. Heading to Munich. This morning Em wakes me up at seven. I get up & take pack into shower w/ me. Unload what I need. See … Continue reading 5.28.2002
5.27.2002
May 27, 2002 THIELEN [12:31 am]last night here in Cologne, or Köln. Feeling a little better and haven’t had to use the restroom since this afternoon. But my head hurts and I didn’t eat as much at dinner as I could have. After we left Thielen this everning we walked through the station, where Em … Continue reading 5.27.2002
The Writing of John B. Randall 