Soaring By the Sea Part 1
Returned to the coast of the
mind, the tide of energy
wetness, rising in and out
we sat on the park
bench, the sun rays a warm
blanket upon skin
cracked out galling gulls
stared wide-eyed, beaks
gaping chasm of nature
Allen, oh Allen! Oh Ginsberg!
how you inspired me
the night wind of anticipation
enveloped my steps and
dreams the day before
Crowd surfing canvas
of multi-colored ethnicity
painted city steps I walked
from the Cafe of Sorrows
to the Mecca of bookstores
donning myself with HOWL
this and HOWL that
read HOWL, lived HOWL
saw HOWL on the
nights plutonium screen
theater as narrow as the cave
that births the mind
births us all
I saw you Allen
OH Allen!
OH Ginsberg!
read of you and saw
myself, my life, my
friends and then knew
knew what?
knew hope
The next day with the
gulls and a great
friend, a brother
a comrade
I sat with you
Oh Allen and your tome
of poetry, a Bible
of poetic expression
and
gay liberation
we descended upon the shore amongst rocks
and wetness, the past
lives in this place
the markings of teens
long remembered etched
into the rock face
surfaces of our minds
looking back at the
shore seeing the true
perception of life and
seeing how small it
was then the last time
I was there a
decade ago
moving to the rhythm of the sea
how time truly does soar
clouds of reality
after taking the path
I took in youth
now an adult
friend grasping my
hand to guide me
upward, arms slung
over each other
platonic embrace
sitting again
I pick you up
Allen and read
of past tender love
and poetic intercourse
OH Allen!
OH Neal Cassady!
the fireworks
of my mind lit
up the night sky
of my cranium, my
skull was cleared
of all the past mistakes
regrets and sadness
the ability to see
the path now shown
by you
Oh Allen!
reading your words of
tenderness and loving
being at this place by
the sea
and with a friend
I feel I have
known since time
primordial when our
souls were yet
clay
I cried
Oh Allen!
I cried for the
permission, the chance
the gift to let
it go
Bring down the
Wall
Pink
break down the dam
of separation
unite with feeling
and release it
toss it onto the
ever present
sea
sow the seeds
and let the
good times grow
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