Sunday, June 30, 2019

The Light in Baja 10

Security questioned my pen
But what can one do
With all of these stories
Compressed into the open air?
A whole life can fit inside the beat
And the strobe light can conceal
All one wants concealed
What the men try to catch
That cannot be contained
The ladies dressed to kill
Who surrender before the first
Fusillade of jello shots on trays
Melt the pop song decades away
Into one leaping rebellion
Against all that is --
The homeless make their stand
On makeshift ground
The distracted are mesmerized
By the unfolding arc of spin
The destitute of spirit find
Soul enough to spare
In the textures of sound and verse
As the rhythm reduces them
To one transcendent monkey

But it's ok
Starlight will wane
The daylight will tame
The loves along the way
They'll fall about the same old streets
As if they've found their way again

I told everyone about it
The end that comes in pain
Again
I took up the sword again
I know that it slays