The day surrenders to hues
of pink and purple arrival
and throughout the city
coffee brews, beer is poured,
neon pulses.....
and somewhere out there
a lonely old soul sits
in armchair nightmare
staring at that grey, luminous,
light of night.....
and somewhere out there
a thousand poets crawl
from out of darkness
only to live once
never to be reborn.....
and the city
vast, majestic, alive!
with it's insect-like city dwellers
moving through corridors of
dark alleys, fast city streets,
take it slow, 'round the corner
and make it look
oh..... so cool.....
and the crowds gather like
nomadic tribes for a celebration of
words, feelings, recollections.....
and the words come across the
night like
liquid Kerouac dreams
spilling out of
coffee houses
road houses
tea houses
green houses
blue houses
white houses
art houses
bhaus houses
ice houses
fire houses
wharehouses
school houses
big houses
doll houses
dog houses
odd houses
whore houses
and a dear friend
speaks to me of
dreams, and wishes
the other, of
heart ache, and maddness
and we gather, and sit
in 'round table fashion where
we share in false glory and
pervert wisom.....
and somewhere out there
she wonders.....
makes self invisible
to familiar eyes
and i feel like
a lot of love tonight
i said,... i feel like a
lot of love tonight
i'd like.....
to pour like spring into
your meadows of sexual desire
to burn like saphire
on dust of gold
oh,.. so bold,.. so bold
of sexual deviance untold
and somewhere out there
i lay with the nightmare
of each night
pondering.....
i think i'd might
i think i'd like
to emunate
star like
to move, to grove through
endevors of gold city streets
where even holy girl tells you with
brown, sultry, eyes...
and whispers lies...
and moves with alterior intentions...
so let my name play
given of pike beauty and
young girls thighs
wisom moves on wheels you know ?
there's romance in their glide
candy apple red
given of echo
and parent wave
rests tranquil
on the edge of my bed.
