Friday, July 8, 2011
We galloped into the waves, fearless of any inhibition,
Playing midgets in the sea, floating aimlessly,
Laughing for laughing's sake. Sunshine
exhausting our eyes, until evening shadows cast.
The same blood flowed through all our veins.
We were connected then. Perfection in breathlessness
In your company running in circles on the shoreline.
The freeway was a traffic jam of flashing lights
on cars and explosions in the sky. New Port Avenue was
plastered in marshmellows and crazy people.
I got hit by one, by a marshmellow I mean.
Men sipping slow drags off long joints, thick smoke.
Sloppy drunks pounding their tattooed fists on hot dog stands.
I grabbed some Mexican food to go among the chaos
stuffing my face while memorizing their madness.
Our faces devoid of grins, heads whirling with curses,
Then a tall skinny boy-man skipped down the street stopping,
foot midair, "Why are you all so angry? You need a drink!"
"I'm not angry!" Denied, I lied. "Maybe you're not, but
Come with me to the barmobile! For smiles and happiness!"
He skipped away to the liquor store on the corner.
I passed by him later, poor fool, long arms flung
passed out on the curb of Newport Avenue.
Smashed marshmellows to rest his dreaming head.