as i trudge in my adolescent boots.

the German Gypsies
click their heels
into dells

and
i
extinguish my
matches in
old plastic
cups
of
ice water

what of that?

the water bubbles
and out pours the jewish woman.
she clicks her heels
into your lowerlip.


and
i
spend my moments
behind the greek monuments


my shoes untied.
i get up again.
you're face is turned.
to the loose fitting shirts.


ah well.