City Poems: Madrid

My own experiences do not come into Play
always differentiating. Oh well! He was lovely. In that sense and all.
Day paints ebullient friezes on Chapel
roofs and he stood melancholy. Beautiful. Measuring the Morning
inside Some old Imperial Place
deemed "Old Fashioned" by Modern Standards aging in themselves

except: He was here! Explain it…I cannot
x-ing out incriminating words like "lover", like "older",
perhaps,deciding whether German or Italian:
even, you. Who may be Both or Neither,
causing either in-or decisions on my part
Tell me about a Spanish Dawn!
entertaining, my attempt at the Language! How laughably futile…
disgustingly like Everything else and you,
Luckily, are not. Are
You?