11/11/91- Yet More

                                                                11/11/91
                                                              Singapore
                                                                 3:15am
 
                               Yet More
 
 
         At first my ears
         Heard cellophane unwrapping
         Against a veiled window on the 14th floor
         My mind in someones lap a lifetime away
         To mistake the cleansing hand of nature
         Calling me to look out,down
         Light protecting my lair,gauze Christo belt
         At sidewalk level,clean streets cleaner
         Mean Streets
         Each glimmer shows the city a new look
         Dark towers a few late night winks wet
         Words,these words
         Shed more light in their clutter
         That each flash of cameras unseen
         Tattoos on my eyes,my eyes,my arm
         Shape follows to the paper
         Fear of the sight of first light
         Waved back by another peek behind another hotel
         Time on my hands,words on my mind
         Words left on the sill for another
         Taken for a moment when they need saying.