BODY AND SOUL


our cigarette smoke
built up a spiral staircase


upon which our conversation climbed
word by word


becoming now a hieroglyph
blown away by the saxophone


our calligraphy  of thought
written upon the air


the  jazz making it illegible
as a doctor's signature



words our words
collecting upon the ceiling



like out of reach cobwebs
or escaped Christmas balloons


our words looking down
upon us


at all that was still left
unsaid.