(written in)

2005:

Amsterdam Wallen
long legs, your lips,
Oh Amsterdam,
inlets of curvature
coming
councils
canals
wet dreams to your capital
position.

listen to your lights
Oh Amsterdam, by night
silent emergency
bright, your sirens scream
cream their kisses
with moisturizer.

dial 911, Amsterdam,
for fun.
gateway automatic transaction
your paramedics
-burgomasters,
visit the brothels too:
hospital hotel cubical huvistorpjes.

does she sleep upstairs?
Oh Amsterdam,
the maid who wipes tourists
with calvanism.
swelling tempest,
Salomonsooreel,
a gynecologist?
steaming transient tongue
cover their windows
drowning surreal mirror
with leaves from the garden of delight.