HIGH POETRY

AND OTHER MISDEMEANORS©

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

slight breeze

scents ill defined

any wish for aught else may find

a banishment

puzzled, beyond recognition

why go

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

here

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.

forgotten