COLD SOUL

Folder: 
MARCO! POLO!

 

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