Chicago in September

We dropped acid 
ten o'clock that night.
The stars melted
under the train tracks.

And by the "beach"
(Lake Michigan) 
we tried to make love 
beneath a wooden sky.

Then later, 
rising to call a cab,
shaking so badly 
I couldn't light my cigarette...

on the corner with you, love,
your lips torn from mine.
It actually hurt 
to leave you standing there.

Tomorrow, I'm leaving.
Two thousand one hundred forty six miles...
My heart will beat softer
when I think of you.

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