WREN / VIENNA Six days of hunger
riding the Ferris wheel but I never met the Third Man.
I went to meet Gustav Klimt
he was closed for two weeks rest
I did meet Pallas Athena the Goddess in gold leaf and a beautiful gypsy girl walking around the ring road of red trams.
The American girl never stopped smiling in Macducks or inside the Palace where Franz Josefs presence is still at his desk after 68 years reign.
The guide passed Emperor Karl’s bust and the Hapsburg Empire fell to pieces.
I never saw Harry Lime, "old man". GHOSTS I am her ghost she is mine there is still tension from a decade ago
when we both made mistakes
it shows up even now.
It feels as if I’m jumping without a parachute.
She’s looking at me with her sky blue eyes exorcising past phantoms "You still hover don’t you?"
Tears are falling inside again.
We’ve both changed. I’ve got electric rain
missionary sun glasses on with a beard. She’s got short fair hair with strong character.
She said "This poems drab I’m not married I haven’t got children
but I have a horse called Morris.
My hair will turn grey then white you know".
I’m still jumping without a parachute and my ghost is hers her ghost is mine There’s still tension between us We both made mistakes. STABLE GIRL Corn coloured hair bright smiles Sunny face that’s the way she is Donna loves Hiccup Hiccup loves the hay in his stable Two hours mucking out 4 to 5 horses and the yard Later thinking about her life; I haven’t done bad for a bimbo have I smiling, she said Back