streets were clean and safe

likewise clubs and even the drugs

rainbows glittered more brightly

enjoy your favorite oldies station

your prints of common museum pieces

your sanitized fantasy past

I’ll inhabit this grimy present moment

touch the hands of those who are also here

dance to whatever music they are making

watch for art wherever I happen to be

drop poems on random sidewalks

It’s a hot boy summer haute boi summer

many are doing a thing have done a thing things are getting done

boys and bois doing them and getting done

xyz is hiring firing laying off have you heard leaving the area

everyone is worried relieved going to the island

light rail is great overcrowded geez down for the morning

did you see the bikes with dykes you know the lesbian ones

do we call the police if we think that guy on the corner is dead

if you were here

we would live in a building with black stone walls

to highlight your beauty when we went for a walk

the sun would catch the dark mischief of your eyes

the eager joy of your delight

people would see first the impossible shadow

thrown against the outer surface

elongated to make you even more elegant and sleek

then their eyes would find you

they would bow and present their hearts

lay them at your feet

you would smile graciously then dance away

we would continue on our way