by Patti Smith



last night i awoke up from a dream came face to face with my face facing the

tombstone teeth of a man called chiklets he came down through the ages with

the desperate beauty of a middleweight boxer came beating the force field

with elegant grace trying to get a perfect grip there was no absolute grip

he was in a sail boat a glass bottom boat the bottom of a boat he was coming

down through the ages sea molten sea spilling down the tube the spiny eye of

the village the spinal eye of the victim the spiny eye like a question mark

hovering over him what do you want what do you want from him down on a dream

too much unexplained what do you think do you think there was an actual

connection i can't imagine a connection going down there i can't imagine any

connection at all a boxing ring with gold ropes soft desperate karat top

spinning and coming down through the ages forty one BC