there we were.
cold in skin yet warm in the sunlight
half-hair long and dreaded and explosive
uncertain as to what societal standards each strand should cater to
yet unconcerned
unable to contend
to the remarks of those
who let judgement cloud
what the souls eyes see
we woke at dawn
sleepy ponderers
a boy and a bear
walking past blindfolded youth
somehow finding that, in the end,
it is the sky who is truly in charge
then forgetting the infant wisdom of the morning
and crept on towards capital hills
and farmers markets
and picked cherries from immigrants local and mother tongued.
each one a part of the same individual homogenous whole.
each consciously inseparable and unconsciously divine
we took the train.
we hopped in and out of rail cars
we wore our dark glasses in the fluorescent sun
we met girls who smiled like lebanese daisies
who sang irish haunts in the secret gardens of berkeley’s twisting streets
cars stopped and honked and stared as we walked stilt like towards cafes
girls unshaven and brave
cage fighters of intellect
unpronounced
with no regard to the coming massacre
but poised and ready to joust
upon horses named zinn and neruda and ginsberg
shouting quotes into the unfed raven sky of light polluted night
shooting rifle like proclamations of HERE and THERE and NOW
and burning effigies marked DESIRE, JUDGEMENT, and HUMAN WANT
I ordered a coffee
and listened to my brother talk
I gazed surreptitiously towards legs as long and proud as ashbury streets
then blatantly remarked upon the stark offensiveness of war
gawking left and right at shopping malls and boutiques
scribbled graffiti
kissed-in elevators
watching clouds form in the wispy winds of my mind
and considered the prophetic pentameter of the Phoenician sun
ever revolving
as entrances to cellar doors would open and close
carefree and careful
rambling young and foolish and brave
as you stared at your nails in stoic disbelief and directed my attention away from the cadence of harpies and braggarts and philistines and sirens and closer towards the undeniable poetry that rests in the animalistic wiles of the savage and coming night
I sat there in silence and held my breath until my eyes filled up with tears.
I thought about a hotel room.
where at midnight I waited by the open 10th floor window
until in your gin and tonic anathema you boldly renounced suicide
and resolved to test the lengths of human flight
when we could trade the sea of concrete for that true sea
for that endless sea of blue
where a young Poseidon gasped for liquid air and whispered
daniel
while the rest of the world quietly slept
I thought how calm and careful and restless
in the hours before
where the boxer rebellion sang unoffensive indie rock
where a woman twice my age pulled me close by my collar
and placed a perfumed kiss upon my neck
and remarked as to what she would do to me if she were still my age
while I gestured towards the bar and laughed
as her husband stared in vodka glares
I quietly suggested I be on my way
and left in earnest
walking headlong into the fullness of babylonian night
wandering the homeless streets half naked and barefoot
barking mad with the homeless
giving away my pennies
smoking my virgin pack of cigarettes
and laying in piss filled gutters amidst the broken glass
with Tim and Robin and numerous souls unnamed
murmuring into the storm cloud night with my negro brethren
feeling closer to gabriel and adonis and ghandi and elvis and jesus christ and all his eternal eternal love than in any church filled with blood stone walls and forest cut pews
I shed my shame and sang Hallelujah
and have been singing ever since
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