A bearded skater
honing his craft
in the cement wonderland
under the bridge,
oblivious to me as I pass.
Existing only in the cradle
of baptismal asphalt,
streaks of skin and denim
tag the cement with commitment.
His junky chic silhouette,
a millennial bohemian.
Flame erupts from scarred trashcans as
Dragon’s fire burns pots green hot
Gas fired fury belches
Masterpieces of hand and mud
White men scramble for the samurai’s grace
Ripping off lids in eastern ecstasy
While copper smoke blocks out the world
Figures swirl in the haze
Momentarily attaining bushido
Reaching back to touch the cherry blossom
Time and space be damned
These men caress Earth’s flesh
Into vessels that catch the past
Pink hair and
Upstart anthems
No future for the Pistols
Know your rights as given by the Clash
Manic pits, energy flows
Up through the floor, explodes
Skyward releasing restless
Incandescent rage, youthful
Candor keeps us sane for one more show…
The blood of coal mine rioters
and whiskey revolutionaries
ride down the fog
History waters these evergreens as
roots burrow deep into the
skulls of forefathers and
the spines of gentleman farmers
Men and lives and families
have come and gone
on the steppes of these giants
Ever guarding the commonwealth
from the forgetful tendencies
of human whims
Star sapphires flash
Pale blue possibility
Across the room
Be careful with those
Boys’ hearts break easy
Under a woman like you
Words follow well
Practiced patterns but
We both know how
To speak with our eyes
Cell level logic and
Prehistory guide us as
Thought dissolves into
Shared movement
Heads thrown back
We alabaster angels
Find each curve and
Follow every line
Backs arch and
Momentum takes hold as
Hands clench
Griping harder
Trying to hold it off
We steal a moment
In the softly fading glow
Lives start again with
A clear eyed morning as
Last night lingers between us
