fiesta dish

there is never any end to Paris
and the powerful beacon of love
and wealth
as monstrously wide
and deeper
than the highest tide
the memory of each person who has lived there
differs from that of all others
and could be very happy
and very poor
and very certain
or certainly unsure
i wish i had died before i loved her
had taken that first train from the Gare de l'Est
but my writing
was dangerously good
so i failed
to do what i should
and skied unroped before the full winter snowfall
set over the silently hidden crevices
and i fell awkwardly
like a blind pilot fish
chilled like a jellied eel
in my own fiesta dish.