A Memory On The L

I dream of the same things:  

exotic lands, exotic women  
a collage of everything  
I've kissed  
but do not touch  
 
leviathons so big  
they passed unnoticed  
as we pass unnoticed  
to catch a train to work  
 
Meanwhile:  
 
Drunk Punk Mike stands on his corner  
with his white witch wife  
talking about 1977  
when everthing was Alive  
 
Larribee the hippy drinks tea  
in the Jewish Quarter of Tangier  
with a whore who looks down
on all of us