Amendment Thirty-Six

You were imbibed with parsimony
In an amphitheatre redolent of coarse perfumes. 
Perfunctory ambitions soaring worthless
In a train car bound towards New York. 

You were a faultless parasite
Knocking doors and travelling hallways. 
Studious in quantum physics
Bound up in a dream. 

Threnodies of taxi cabs and tarpaulin  
Pistachios and chocolate wafers
Warbling commission and obedience
Something something impecunious. 

Caffeinated kisses and a lisp of alcoholic fumes. 
You knew well to fumble with the snow. 
Maestro Noam Chomsky
Do not teach me how to play with words. 

You were a consternation who did not desist
Thundering in the simulation of a cabaret
Imitation of a reverie by Heraclitus
Fountains draining faster than the blood of Caesar. 

Modernity refuses to depart. 
You cried a basin of bucolic tears. 
Smiles interspersed with wonderment aborted. 
You composed a series of infinite regress. 

You were a flawless paradise. 
Now I recline and sip a cup of tea. 
I do not remember how to burn for you. 
Immolation devolves into felicity.

I cannot remember how to recreate  
Your chirrup and its haunting scent.
I cannot pretend to know your novel placement
Fiddle through your spaces. 

Tomorrow sends a blitz of fallen snow.
You shall see it through Manhattan windows. 
I shall send my wishes through the windows. 
I remember how you used to love the snow.