Denver

denver

catch a ride with them.

become miles high with them

become a smooth

light breeze

filtering

through their tenacious lungs

(catch up breathing---

in nose, slowly,

hold---

visualize white screen,

fade---

slow release,

and begin again---)

Denver,

the naked vigor of Neal’s town,

this golden Larimar Street,

beat car nicely clunking along

engine bolts mirthfully coming loose

about to drop more weight

Denver,

uncertain of my arrival,

assigns a one-eyed man

to ask for a dollar,

to keep my karma alive

to glorify this goldred mountain town

to personify Jack's toothless railroad of the October earth bums

to embrace the soft shadows of my near lost buddies,

sittin on some laundromat curb

drinkin hot stale beer

or waitin in line by the DAV,

just killing time

the way phantoms do

out here lost in this rush of things


this endless west road of things.


this Larimar.

this Denver.


7/31/73