Junkie on the Block

You want to claim the easiest spot

and drink from the clearest stream.

 

You dream of having the loveliness of the lady butterfly

and glow and glow while hanging on the green leaf.

 

So you sail down smoothly into the soft woods

changing yourself often to stay like a friar in the cathedral.

 

Often you walk the paths looking out like a pregnant lizard

from her perch calculating your moves.

 

Hmm, your judgment is tainted by movies so old,

just ride the subway to where there’s kissing in public.

  

Do you know, when the market is over

all sellers pack and head home?

 

When the drumming is ended

the drums lay quiet and the dancers

go to their homes

 

Why do you linger on the streets of my peace

after you’ve dreamt the night away

and held my dreams in flickering constellations?

 

Why do you snap your teeth like a dog waiting for a cookie,

yap and bark like a pup facing terror of smells and sights.

 

I think, I have known hundred smells

but the fresh spring air has swabbed my mental deck.

 

I’ve no calendar to tell you when spring will go,

it’s as simple as that.

 

The drumming is over

and now you want us to dance to which song?