Austin :Texas.

1. The trees hang heavy,leaf heavy sweat heavythe lone star sun eats the sidewalkcrossing and re-crossing  intersecting linesthat always meet in the wrong place. There is no “you”,no gallon hatted, boot buckling, bourbon swigginghunk of unknown mancome to rob me of my European blues;just fleeting caricature dark smile , closed handseyes bounced from airport loungeto line dancing, hip grinding,,neon crazyone bar saloon. As usual I don’t fit the offered shoepressure cracked,smoked glass too soonI hobble barefootin someone else’s parody.  2. Smell draws across a crowded room,there’s no denying what you wantsoft sure hands that hold secretswant to own if only for an afternoon. Like the best of your kindI know the pleasures heavy scentedbutterfly tongued with proficiencyleaving only a light hangoverby- passing recriminations.  3. The air sings grey constant cicada music& for an envelope in timeI’ve left behind the known limits:still there is no “you “, may never bejust strangers snatching snippets where here, like everywhereI sit and hum impatiently.