BALL PARK  (Lost Thoughts In a Late Night Parking Lot, outside an Adult Bookstore in Houston, Texas)  

                
into these shadows                        
 
     of faint lights  so dim
                                                  
through these dark corridors
 
     into dark cubicles
 
i go once again
                                                            
     hungry as ever
 
to indulge in the narcotic hold
                                                        
     of yet another total strangers skin
 
swept blindly away                                          
 
     in animal sensations
 
he in i  i in him
 
     drowning in the tidal pull
 
of this mysterious  
 
     slavery were in
                                          
later  all alone  
 
     in judgmental disease
 
i think about these things
 
     here at four thirty a m
 
under the nocturnal gaze
 
     of houstons sleeping skyline
 
i sense an indifference  
 
     as cold and empty
 
as a blank tv screen
 
     until it suddenly occurs to me
 
this city of my birth  
 
     cannot console me now
 
not even this moon  
 
     tonight