again beautiful haarlem, jewel of the low countries 
morning on the hoek, cold hard morning over the ferry rail... mist on the water and silent beyond the roar of the ferrie's diesels, behemoths the ships pass and are lost in white
i have eyes only for the great turbines still motionless in the halflight
and those in the distance closer upon the shore that turn already together out of time
turning just enough to see
sprinter hoek van holland haven then maassluis, vlaardingen, schiedam centraal to change trains
fast crowds, beauties everywhere, people with dogs, crazy built in features for bikes and still damn cold
sneltrein past delft, den haag and leiden train slowly emptied out then through empty stations too fast to read the names
greenhouses and fields grown up short under the frost
mist hangs in the air leading in wisps off into the darkened woods before haarlem
then off and down the stairs and into willy wortel's
always an easy landing here
refuge at the ambassador on the church platz in the fusgangerzone
acupuncture, pulling 3 weeks of vacation wreckage from the french rental car still in the garage safe as houses. i laughed when i saw that we had left the flap up that covers the things in the trunk we'd thought to hide. the borrowed handtruck and the pile of bags led to a funny conversation with the police, after which we said goodbye and laughed a bit.
another strangely small bill at the grocery store, then boxes to mail crap home
dodging bicycles, people and the occasional car, and past the store where i bought the statuette of kali-ma and empire the only coffeshop i just didn't want to go to again the weed is so dry
and the platzes and the zone you never thought bicyclers and motoped drivers could be such a menace
the zone and the church platz, the ambassador like a treasure house in the dark
in my dream i never leave
morning on the hoek, cold hard morning over the ferry rail... mist on the water and silent beyond the roar of the ferrie's diesels, behemoths the ships pass and are lost in white
i have eyes only for the great turbines still motionless in the halflight
and those in the distance closer upon the shore that turn already together out of time
turning just enough to see
sprinter hoek van holland haven then maassluis, vlaardingen, schiedam centraal to change trains
fast crowds, beauties everywhere, people with dogs, crazy built in features for bikes and still damn cold
sneltrein past delft, den haag and leiden train slowly emptied out then through empty stations too fast to read the names
greenhouses and fields grown up short under the frost
mist hangs in the air leading in wisps off into the darkened woods before haarlem
then off and down the stairs and into willy wortel's
always an easy landing here
refuge at the ambassador on the church platz in the fusgangerzone
acupuncture, pulling 3 weeks of vacation wreckage from the french rental car still in the garage safe as houses. i laughed when i saw that we had left the flap up that covers the things in the trunk we'd thought to hide. the borrowed handtruck and the pile of bags led to a funny conversation with the police, after which we said goodbye and laughed a bit.
another strangely small bill at the grocery store, then boxes to mail crap home
dodging bicycles, people and the occasional car, and past the store where i bought the statuette of kali-ma and empire the only coffeshop i just didn't want to go to again the weed is so dry
and the platzes and the zone you never thought bicyclers and motoped drivers could be such a menace
the zone and the church platz, the ambassador like a treasure house in the dark
in my dream i never leave
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