AND OTHER MISDEMEANORSİ
City Lights Bookstore, a stack of trees made into schemes, arguments, dreams to balance shelves that might fall back on a mocking bird.
all ye who enter here
this is pure nonsense
essence of a summer afternoon
scents ill defined
any wish for aught else may find
puzzled, beyond recognition
where everyone has gone before
where hindsight is blindness
and foresight cannot be fathomed
golden sunset of dawning realization
beginning my years
end with no beginning
as the bird by the compost stares
there cannot be any better place
than no place
down to the roots
a madness that supersedes
the usual thing
cherished petunia, purple beyond recognition
remember the time
when snail glisten was your skin?
your time beyond beginning?
Big Al's Record Barn in Santa Clara, repository of dreams, history of El Camino Real rolled up into fading posters, album covers, tail fins, juice of yesteryear drained like an infected ear, memories of a previous life huddled together with the shadows at City Lights.