Thanks for the inspiration
Insight.
There's a thirty something guy
singing on the corner
Near
the old bakery
which the Asians couldn’t run
and went broke trying
They knew nothing of bread
the way I like it
the way it should smell
as it comes out of the ovens
the risen dough
warm and yielding
The singers voice
flows into the river
coupling with silver flashing fish
infusing their scales with voice
till each twitch and turn
releases melodies to the water
allowing it sing across the rocks
and mossy growth I have slipped upon
with bare feet
landing hard on my arse
laughing and sliding into the shallows
His guitar hauls in chords
one after the other
changing them to his own thread of sound
then letting them go
the thrummed crescendo
muted and fluting into the crisp day
If I stop
I will give him a gold coin
more really
whatever lies waiting in my pockets
I will give
These pockets
which hold a mobile phone and
a receipt stuffed wallet with
$ 50 bills secreted in a zip section
you know about and always find
in case of emergencies.
These pockets
you push your thin blade fingers into
gripping and familiar
seeking the warmth of my erection
pressing through the thin material
Your hands
are my definition
dolphins fins
perfectly symmetrical
slicing through any murky surfaces
between us
The singer slows
winds down
as your fathers clock
finally stopped
when no amount of oil
and careful dissembling
could resurrect it
My pockets are empty
your hands
elsewhere today
manipulating the stuff of life perhaps
in blue-green beams
and red-gold rays
I shrug and pass
moving towards your hands
as they leap and spin
above the surface
then dive
to glide beneath
