Poem for Kai

To be wide
awake for 28 hours.
Now I know it can be done
chewing off legs.

I wanted a lethal injection, my
absinthe laced cunt to loose
hallucinations on you
but
you're a good Netherlands boy
and I'm from San Francisco
we wouldn't know how to do it without one.

Madrid, Kansas City of Spain.
We ate a lot of popsicles
crying out, Barce, Barce, do you remember
burning steps of Prado, cool tomb of Goya's dog

That stupid hat will make you go bald, I'm telling you
All those flooring magazines
and plans for Mallorca

There was a photo on the bookshelf of someone who could be
your sister but wasn't. You
told me Americans are the best soldiers, everyone is afraid of them
and if I could only be as strong as you, or
have as many plans as you
or love you
but

Turnstiles are lousy places to say
thanks for the toothbrushes.