bodies of bodies

kaleidoscope impulses fire.
desire manifests itself as three dollar thriftstore shoes.
a stranger in my own city
(stranger than the city)
is visiting the past.

i was there. i am here.
so i am there.
if perception is reality how is this different?
walk around impenetrable gates
walls built by man but imposed by self.
it isn’t the gate that keeps one out
but rather the idea.

drunk on selfrighteous and simultaneous
finding and losing.
breathe. sink. streets stink of burnt rubber; my pride becoming
my shoes melting to circles melting to asphalt and concrete.
i see you seeing a neon ocean.

i see you, that is i see your body.
in your body i see everyone.
in your costumes i see you.
i think about thinking about you.

lights change and i notice.
how do lights change for you?
do we share anything but the desire to share something?

sink. vision is perception is reality.
sight smell sound taste touch.
rush through electric arteries as time stands still.
these deserted streets sing and speak
i see houses and cars
and love and struggle and survival
and style and piles upon piles of
manufactured security.
lights change and i notice.

where i am. i am alone.