sitting on
the hotel bed
stark naked
I feel the coolness
of the evening air
the French must
be cold blooded
or something
this room is not warm
then again
I am butt naked
and alone—
not a very good combo
so I suppose
the roots
of my coldness
lay within me
I have travelled miles
to get to Europe
to find answers
for my soul
now I am lonely,
cold and naked
far from home
without any better hopes
I haven’t found
any answers
but then this isn’t
the right place to look
in the first place
11-20-95
Paris, France