Bought A Stolen Motorcycle

Three hundred six

"Not a good shelter a bundle of shadows,"

Sylvia Plath

is not a good place

the maze of a museum for

miss

is true: there

pigeons blur the path towards us

swallowing my lures

But what good is that your name

big concert in the museum tune

The

dropped from room to room like a dark pearl

and rolls under Roman heads pedestals

slips through the crack of an Egyptian sarcophagus

translates into a plate of Ming Dynasty

reappears in a picture of mercury from one corner of Manhattan

Your names are shadows, chameleons

- a leaf among leaves, swords, sword between parts of the landscape

There is something wrong in your loss

in the land of this story is narrated