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The Amsterdam Poem
1. A mystery blue and white tram route 4 in black and white gigantic boldface larger than any black four whispering while shouting through the red and brown cobblestones and scorched electric metal tracks and the endless restlessness of the spectrum footsteps of a million mobius strips clothed in dark wool warm, inviting to the home the smell of the river like the smell of fresh bread, that mystery blue and white tram ozones in respiration asking me to get on board. 2. A night visitor creaks open a random chance as I turn over and wake up in semidarkness where the shapes of shadows slide between the form and the formless field of receptors. Is it the movement or the awareness that sends it fleeing? 3. There are women in cabinets, erotic knickknacks, for sale, bathed in red and lonely, sudden breaths. There's a Dixieland trombone laughing in the distance. With the cameras and the knuckles rapping on the windows everybody's floating on the beat. 4. In the park people stroll as 2 grey llamas run circles around a cow asking them to stop with each new dust cloud revolution. The llamas don't stop. No, the llamas don't stop. Some guy hands me a flyer for a coffee shop. A beggar says "I am Dutch, therefore I speak English." 5. Across an open offwhite rib cage stands a colossal hologram in oil paint and the willfully captured light of the eye's fire burning from the inside out a center of light that even now sends the viewer onto a chromatic bridge between the nucleus and the orbit. 6. Sunny is an Australian musing at the end of the Heineken Brewery Tour. She brushes back her long brown hair with a newly acquired backpacker's hand. "We're all convicts you know," she says, "or descended from convicts." Her face doesn't get any whiter but her lips part. Luckily, we have beer. 7. At the edge of a canal I finish the last of my Northern Lights, rolled up with some brown shag Drum for which I paid exact change. The man behind the counter thanked me. Central Street murmured like a heartbeat. The blood reaches the lungs and the river reaches the sea. |