Beat

I flip open a page, know I'm in the right place
when a bold-text cunt stares back at me
Sex, social justice, tango in Spanish
Seedy cowboy stories
Cumming, dust, and cactus
Short skirts, brazen, no apology
Lookin' for liquid sunshine
Come down here an' bask with me.

Cigarette butts in a swirl of leaves
Bicycle helmets, thongs and cleavage
Purple dreadlocks, drifting smoke
Supine in a plank, not even a quiver
Pulling casual drags of cancer
on the bare-bones floor of a
smoky downtown loft
Jigsaw spires, a dusky northern tan
Dry and hacking smoker's cough
Last remains, confines of winter
There's a heart in the dirt,
cue infinite drifter.

The Eastern Furrier Specialists
next to a vegan cafe
Clocked out, my eyes can see
Pigeons diving from a rooftop
Romanticized, slice o' New York
Spontaneous beauty springing up in the dirt.

Juxtaposed, a crux
A taste of irony
A black Lab licks my face
Drags me to reality
Open my eyes, the waterfall still crashes
Sparse green grass, a drunken British accent
Hairy hippie legs, unhappy on the concrete
His ashes blow over me
Bathing in what was
A metaphor
Filthy tragedy.