Impressions of the 3rd Street Promenade, Outside Midnight Special, 7/27
Street Performance
Two small sisters dance in the street
Of musician guitar cases papered green
Parents in a throng of smiling to the beat
Sun roasting heads like peanut
Air tainted with cigarettes and cotton candy
Black silk Asian women thin round faces
Drifting passed muttering homeless
Invisible demons sandal tones long bones
Under sheer panties and perfume
Old wrinkled men crawling their paces
Young men pierced and purple
Or no hair blonde cinnamon peaches
Coffee dust clouds congregating moments
Gone again into lamp posts
Leaning by well-fed trash cans picked clean
Glazed storefronts reflecting ocean glint and murmur
Shuffling concrete vanilla ice cream cones dripping down
A small boy's chin perched on his father's shoulders
Teen girls giggling their new breasts
Eye flashes hunting hormone babes hopping boy to boy
Like bees and flowers mixed inside crowd
Merchants juice performers sweat sing chant
Beg dance mime mingle slither
Lick the fountain
Stalk stories for spare change
The afternoon herd
Mobilized, rubbing, crushing
And pulsing open flesh rhythms.
Street Performance
Two small sisters dance in the street
Of musician guitar cases papered green
Parents in a throng of smiling to the beat
Sun roasting heads like peanut
Air tainted with cigarettes and cotton candy
Black silk Asian women thin round faces
Drifting passed muttering homeless
Invisible demons sandal tones long bones
Under sheer panties and perfume
Old wrinkled men crawling their paces
Young men pierced and purple
Or no hair blonde cinnamon peaches
Coffee dust clouds congregating moments
Gone again into lamp posts
Leaning by well-fed trash cans picked clean
Glazed storefronts reflecting ocean glint and murmur
Shuffling concrete vanilla ice cream cones dripping down
A small boy's chin perched on his father's shoulders
Teen girls giggling their new breasts
Eye flashes hunting hormone babes hopping boy to boy
Like bees and flowers mixed inside crowd
Merchants juice performers sweat sing chant
Beg dance mime mingle slither
Lick the fountain
Stalk stories for spare change
The afternoon herd
Mobilized, rubbing, crushing
And pulsing open flesh rhythms.
