The Chinese wall
Stained with teacup & wandering
Chatter and white texture
Of table and screen in eye flashing
A personal ideal

You and your entitled insomnia

Making blonde dogs hurt for a summer
Or a saxophone
Me and my twelve hour staircase speech
Aiding a circus

Or a bleeding taxicab
Way of thinking about a moon
Full of dental light

It doesn't need to be a dreadful
Sadness alone on this street
I can be a child too

The symposium of fastened
Yellow sounds
Being sent by radio tower to
The head of a gated individual who hasn't sung something fresh in far too long
& quite frankly

The ones who wear ***** dresses have had enough!
Enough of totalitarianism

And the debate of a sidewalk under fire
&prayer;

the seat of a desolate minstrel

Who can believe in your
Fantastical idols??

Not the airport who's burning fur hat
Lifts a feather to the
Palace of night

And ..... Now
We expect burdened coronations
Or the theater to put on

A clatter of
Simplicity
I have no wide stepping

The alarm has rung for the strange ostrich
One may attempt to love absolutely

Renouncement finds pleasure in
Renouncing itself

My back was cold on the bathtub
and the candles licked the walls
There was a different pianist
every night
In the bumblebee rooms
These buildings I'm told
are over 100 years old
From Larimer where Kerouac
roamed
He sat by the heater and listened
to Billy Holiday's " Lover Man"
Jazz and blues
Walking the streets hoping
I would meet someone on the
December noon
Electric, wandering
Warming his hands in
the night
Fountain of water under
two trees
frozen in the December eve
Smoky cigarette lamps under
cloudy Moon's
And I'm still thinking of you