Vheissu (New York mid '90's)

I have returned from Vheissu
to find that tea still tastes the same
folks still speak ill of murder
unless they are to blame
in Vheissu I drank from sand
and tasted tea
I wrestled with an ivy plant
climbed to your balcony and in
the toaster dinged and smoke escaped
there was a tumbler full of gin
there was no sign of you