Perhaps Anouk Aimee will be there To greet me 

But what would I say?

To her of the abandoned castle in Avignon

Of eagles aeons where only our feet were allowed

To make love! And the rest

Of our bodies "sweat it out" for another 700 years

At least I've found my way back pretty well

To St. Marks-In-The Bowery

Which is really all the knowledge one needs of New York these days If you should want

To inquire and if you see any cattle of Helios [Sacred to the sun]

I am the poet reading

From the podium there with a .32 caliber

Automatic (always) snuggled neatly

In my left shoulder-holster my yet unwritten song of the Greek

Liberation I will repeat myself as many

Times as I care to But ANOUK

Aimee can never be

"Repeated"

Nor, for that matter, can a "California tan"

Beyond the dreams of scrutiny forever

I will bring always with me the Tor-raging

Beach of Carmel-By-The Sea

Where my memories of you will always crash against me

Night saying "There shall be no night"

My Friends night football game or the opera and the horses formed of stones' design on the walls

Begin to speak in neighing-orange

The same sky in plumes viewed by

Odysseos allies music and the heat of

The sun charges of man-slaughter on the sidewalk

Terminee whenever

A young woman - blonde - licks her lips as she passes

Inviting

Us to a new Era of Innocence

There let us erect our canopy for you O long-

Playing record of sveltness.