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His face is etched with the streets of tireless graffiti
Growing up in a one room flat
Facing the EL

Surrounded by lots littered with old tires,
The shimmer of broken bottles,
The discolored aroma of faded newspaper

Reads poetry under lampposts

Stimulates lucidity
From within metaphoric ambiguity

Considers the physics of continual surprises
Drinking from within the lines
Of blood, wonder and maddening confusion

Meditates in forests, disputes war, feeds the homeless
Plays sax after listening to opera

Dreams of god whispering visions
Inside shadows of broken walls

Becomes easily lost in simple questions
Finds dreams in complex answers

Inquires into the mystery of existence
In smiles of children
And muddy puddles across wilting lawns

Sings to the sun while gathering lunar eclipses
Dodges brain bullets in midnight crossfire
Drinks wine with bums

Flirts with opulence in mansions of satin
Embraces the impoverished with a brotherly flare
Lounging in subways of hungry moods

Always maintaining balance and momentum
Always hovering over the center of cares

Recites poems on rainy rooftops
Making love in the moisture of basements,
Within the surreal moldiness of space

Centers on the lore
Of life’s synchronistic music

Searches for a cure
Within saxophone wails