"In my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night" -Allen Ginsberg, San. Fran. 55-56"

and what would i find when i opened my door? what a surprise
but what solace could i bring?
desperate and lonely, you hitched a ride in a taxi cab across oblivion
to come to me and spill your woes
as it was spilled across miles of empty battlefields,
stained red with blood
the dead grass soaks it up thirstily
"it is Nature's withering alcoholic"
bloodthirsty graveyards
you look back at the miles of road you've covered
like a long, stretched out ribbon
yet you don't feel as free and happy as you thoughtyou would,
to be finally getting away
gave the old "fuck you" to dad and booked it out of there
only to come to me
and as you ride along, you wonder how I've changed
you saw a (bitchin') El Camino drive by and almost started to tear
you emerged from the bone-dry climate of the West
to creep into the dirty South
like a swamp thing.
but you must see me again first
so i waited and watched and heard the impatient knock on my door
(you never liked to be kept waiting)
my door, ajar and open
i see you: hair red and black and blue
skin white and bleached as bone, but still caramel warm
eyes rimmed in superfluous shades of black, spectacle-free,
eyes wide and huge and alarming but always beautiful,
lips pursued as if to speak
"i am 21 going on 40" you say, with a laugh
and pull out a pack of cigarettes from your coat pocket
i see the glint of your tongue ring, the spike of your eyebrow
the coat slips off your still thin shoulders and growling yet not resentful
"but time always was the enemy, huh?
fuck, can i come in?"
but before you said it i had you trapped in my arms,
crying for nonexistence
but getting my love in return again…
you could never stay away for long
because you and i are like two sides of a coin
sides good and bad
we flipped, neither of us worth much without the other
yet pricelessly discovering independence
i let you in, and the door closes behind us
like a story without end.

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