U-Bahn
We were sat
on the U-Bahn in Berlin
My soon to
be wife and I
After a
long day shopping and sightseeing
A tramp
boarded at Gleisdreieck
He stank of
his own shit
Wretched
and base
Freshly
lain
He shuffled
up the middle of the train
As people
leered and ogled his plight
This once
proud human
That bleeds
the same colour as all of us
Reduced to
a foul shit stink
My wife and
I sunk low in our seats
As the man
begged for change we all had
But would
not give
He got out
at Prinzenßtrase
Leaving the
foul stench of disappointment
Thick in
our throats
A couple of
stops later we disembarked
Returned to
our hotel
Through
snow lined streets
Our breath
exploding in front of us
Hands deep
in our fleeced pockets
As soon as
we got in we ordered room service
Laying on
our bed
Our
stomachs full
We made
love amongst the wreckage
While
outside the smell of frozen shit
Lingered in
the air
Like so
much regret
Lost Highways
Later on we
walked down to the jazz bar
Where
Charles Mingus and Duke Ellington
Threw out
wah-wah dreams
The
trumpets whisper mysteries
Martini
false dawns
Hi-hats
leading us through the looking glass
We danced
until dawn
Folding
into each other like a deck of cards
Until we
could take it no more
And as the
saxophone reached its violent crescendo
And the
jazz man collapsed on the floor
We fell
into a fever
That has
lasted forever
Gabriella
often I dream of Gabriella
smoking a cigarette
her gown draped like azure silk over a skeletal
frame
birds on her knees and shoulder
white hair thick with memories
skin blistered
peeling
flaking
she opens her mouth
and it is full of blood
Stu Buck is a chef turned poet who is hoping to publish a chapbook of his work later in the year. He has a blog @ writeoutloud.net/blogs/stubuck and can now be found embracing the 21st century on twitter @stuartmbuck.
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