39A


       Here is the mob again,
       servants and the served,
       the preening hump and lump
       of them and me
       waking in this 7-4-7
       jumbo jet morning.

       Beneath -
       the rock
       of heavy wings
       in a cumulous sea,
       nearing, cloud by cloud, Holland,
       where there will be
       happy hashish smoking rooms,
       brothels for the VIPs,
       and Rembrandts among the urinals.

       They�ll speak English, alright,
       with the accent light and Dutch,
       and I will travel with an accent too
       in the things I think, things I do.
       Like the woman here in 39B
       who slept with such charmed dexterity,
       by my side, the entire night,
       and only one time touched me.



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