I saw you yesterday,
Around the on- ramp to the freeway,
Yes, you were free,
As I am on seeing you free,
Careless,
In that garb,
Picking here and there,
Concerned with your bite of the day,
Where I saw you yesterday,
Carried your tuxedo,
With all the weight of laurel leaves,
Dressed in the fashion of your plumes,
On the inked papers your wrote,
On my rouge, faces, you loved,
Rolling surface of your explorations,
Of my existence,
The lady in black,
Wings laid,
By your side,
While I wrote the rode of my ride,
On the senseless concrete slabs of our cities,
Not caring, deaf to my words,
So I kept them in my black lines,
Of the immense power of black,
These plumes,
Yours,
The locus of my attraction,
Into your pulling of iris,
We met,
There,
Right above your iris,
Mine,
Seen through yours,
The open hands of invitation,
Into my black oblivion,
Falling into yours,
That blue weightless,
Iris of yours,
I saw you yesterday,
By the freeway ramp,
You crowing mind,
Divorced from our pretensions,
Needing not,
Our cool sunglasses,
All yours,
All over you,
That’s what we desire,
And lack,
To be like you,
Free by the freeway ramp,
Picking your grain for the day,
Writing lines of wisdom,
We could not have,
Your iris,
Takes us beyond our fallen minds,
Into the heart of the cosmic black holes,
The color of your plumage,
Have your pick of the day, that grain,
By your freeway,
I saw you…crow, writing,
Crowing since,
I saw you by the on ramp of freeway,.