May 02, 2005
the 99 cent slice
walking through the quarter
looking for a slice of pizza
or a burger
something cheap to dance with the liquor
below
I find a place
where rape is legal
trying to charge me $3.50
for some cardboard mopped in grease
I miss Venice
and the 99 cent slice
it was just a stroll down the boardwalk
the whirling brunettes on roller skates
making it look easy
the cinnamon girls
giggling their velvet secrets
as I made
some sort of progress
south
under the shade of the palms
with your paper plate and napkins
golden retrievers
leaping towards their sea bound frisbies
cats on studded leashes
you cast your remains
to one legged pigeons
and seagulls
you chuckle at the truth
of the garbage can graffiti
take some warm water
from the fountain
and head back
north
so here I am on Bourbon St.
drinking bourbon
from a flask
wondering which back street miscue
will lead me to the southern versions
of all my west coast treasures
they seem so lost to me here
only with time
will candles light
in all the appropriate corners
of places that I shall come to revere
as my own
like those I have displaced
out west
in hope of finding a harmony
that somehow
was always lacking
near the sea
Posted by Drexler at May 2, 2005 11:02 AM