Member Poem

Stumbling into the humid
jasmine-scented dark
from a midnight cinema
playing an iconic art film
rife with sidewalk cafes
 
and laconic actors whose
monochromatic silences
confabulate to a toxic
conundrum of pale angst
and lost existential loves,
 
my venerable thoughts
segue to foggy mornings
in a metropolis by the bay,
wandering the slantwise
streets of stoned youth
 
and the fleeing tendrils
of a Guatemalan high,
a great golden bridge
aglow with the blurred
headlamps of early traffic
 
rising out of the mist,
glittering like some fabled
and fantastic behemoth
that could carry me to
a chameleon tomorrow. 

First appeared in Silver Blade