Amsterdam

Arriving by car in Amsterdam, midnight near now
Sex Town’s fame makes the street lights look shady
Even the face of the hotel boss looks like a semen stain 

but nothing at all happened, at least not to me

Outside a river floods with a clear morning’s mirrored light
A gloomy day, sunflowers in the Van Gogh Museum
snap sunlight in two, sistering themselves in vases
Night skies wrench, wheat fields impregnated in moonlight
writhe in frenzied waves

From the artist’s mournful self-portrait
I lift an ear dripping with blood and, back in the streets,
find that here
everyone’s organs are intact and ruddy with health

AMSTERDAM