Coffee in the City

Thinking about you, that first girl in my room.

One more cup of joe.

That kid who once pulled me into a diner,

said cream and sugar was the way to go.

Where is he now?

Those city streets stood out in bold detail, filthy at times,

So happy to see the world anew, cold-hearted and blue.

And I’ll turn 45 one day and still be fine.

That day has come.

 

I never thought time could grapple thoughts in my brain.

And I felt sane. Watching men die of AIDS.

Still feeling the weight.

I was just a kid, what did I know?

Not everyone can be saved.

 

Adult bookstores for days, farmers markets, long afternoons taking it all in.

Woke my roommates early, sugar and cream, on Walnut street.

Shared cigarettes, quieted hangovers. Stories of loose women under the sheets.

One more pot, brewing hot.

Distant memories are all I’ve got.

19

Longest arc, I felt the slope first go downhill into some faraway land.
The streets seemed to go on forever, existence into memories.
Pale under the dark cover of night, bedtime stories, dormitories, this terrified boy now a man.
I still feel it, aching in my bones.
The love for sowing oats and no concern to return home.
I traded you, handed you around, let you off at the corner. Tossed the street urchins change and moved on.
Food carts, wrappers and cigarettes.
Simple child, simpler expectations, no regrets.
Fleeting chill in the air, easing my bones,
giving me back my childhood
and another night of rest.

Everything

When it seems we don’t have enough.
When the sky engulfs the horizon.
When loss only throws shadows on our past.

Where my feet touched ground.
Where the city streets broke innocence.
Where everyday was everything.

What looked so precious from afar trapped behind curtains, behind blinds.
Perpetuating a state of grace, forgiving until you leave it all behind.

I am you.

Black Out The Sky

We make marvelous ornaments- here, the ground level for beauty and commerce, eating each other’s will.
The green, stretched without any indifference, the ends and the means battling it out for supremacy.
Somewhere atop a sky rise reflected the sunlit sky back in its own space- reveling the mist, globe like and super-dome to round up all the weak and sick.
The malevolent crowds, CEO’s, shuffling into the situation room, executing every last heart and mind and perforating the globe into the sky, blacking out the sun, leaving the children to the scraps, fodder for the recessed masses.