People that thought safety was
freedom

Died inside before they were
born

You ain't takin' me down with you

Live free
or
Die

And found out
what went wrong
after we followed to the beggining
stars no more than gasses
imploding once again from the
infinite to the infinite
it was all more perfect
than we could ever
relax into

We thought this was
about answers,
justice and
cash for all

Freedom is much more
painful/cleansing
Darkness burned out slowly

God is a chemist

What did we
suspend of ourselves
unto the mirror we
thought was us

Only to float
through a sustained dream
...then wading
deep into primeval
backwaters

Past cosmic origins
waiting

God likes motion that's why
he made the planets spin

classical narratives
written in stone


Never scoff at mythology
it's all we're made of

She angel cried
into our broken future
the poet is a little surprized

how it still dances ghostlike
through haunted houses
of stillness memories

even though it is
many planets away

Spearhead of the past has

to be what breaks through now 

(back when we didnt know how 

to find information or make a 

phone call or look something up)

You asked your friend directions 

and somebody on the street blurted it 

out the danger was what made

NYC good

the dirty edge of not knowing and all the 

queers and their colors of vision and 

showing

the addicts in the park, they are all that remains

after the srip malls took over MY CITY

Ginsburg was free to fight the machine

in the undergound bars uptown 

(whitman could sing us a song of an 

idylic Brooklyn)

My ghosts don't even dream of there anymore