we stopped for coffee in the Redwood forest

giant dripping leaves, spoons of powdered cream

I wanted to kiss you but I wasn't sure how

like those indians, lost in the rainforest

forced to drag burning wood wherever they went

they had all forgotten how to start a fire



this is why people OD on pillsand jump from the Golden Gate Bridge

anything to feel weightless again



those poor lost indians when the white man found them

most died of TB, the rest went insane

in our motel room, you're drinking Slice and gin

reading Moby Dick on the other bed

remember the first time we slept together

you said it felt like when you learned to float



this is why people OD on pillsand jump from the Golden Gate Bridge

anything to feel weightless again