it started with lou reed, lots
of liquor, and weed. i knelt
at the altar of a thousand
white crosses. iggy pop and
the clash were always in the
mix. the enemy would arrive
in an hour or two. the next
morning we’d be fishing in
mud puddles. rolling naked
in the cattails of carter lake.
no second guessing this fate
of biblical bliss. we didn’t fear
the stage or the dancers. we
were content being april fools.
mavericks among men. he was
the ambiguous beauty of the
dandelion. fully and completely
awakened. we crashed into drag
queens. slammed in basements
of 33rd and california street. he
took off my red shoes, pulled my
green pants down. the
unmitigated conception of the
tangled comfort of arms and
legs. our jumping bean hearts
were satisfied. someday we’d
crawl through the dessert and
then to the sea.
