(A True Tale From The Castro. Eat your heart out, Armistead!)
© 1997 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin
i expect you to suddenly
reappear
like a friendly ghost
into my arms
neon kisses
gentle embrace
hands sweetly touching
at any moment
sitting waiting for me
over an avocado omelette
how very california
i enter and stumble all over you
i am so hungry
metal utensils pushed by happy elbows
clatter to the floor
a-harmonic chimes
merry wedding bells
joyful tears caresses
thank god thank god thank god
i taste your sweet saliva
illuminating a forkful of omelette
silver/yellow/green
radioactive love!
that you press upon my tongue
i sigh over a plate
of french fries
the coffee
bitter
like my heart
my room
the building in which i live
hollow
like my heart
the streets
the people
the city
frigid
like my heart
oh brother of the lion heart
i wanted to
be your androcles
remove the bitter thorn
of viet nam
|
