Thursday, June 8, 2006

Walking Home

love the fluid concrete city

cobblestone cracks spring rivlets to the Sound

warm wetness washing the piss off Pike Street alley

cleansing in holy preparation for the new day's bums

the sex of saxophone following me up the hill

bouncing off the stone glass scrapers

stalking like the ghost crying to be touched

Seattle cityscape Needle rising

605 foot hard-on standing proudly over the city's crotch

draped in the perpetual gray of our wet womb

I breathe you all in

salt air, wet concrete, Space Needle and saxophone

my olfactory buffet

feasting at the senses like an adrenaline overload

I draw you to my lips like a kiss

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"crotch" worked better than "pelvis"... more raw, unapologetic, and real. Love your work...