Living the Dream

Riverside Louis was fluid
bones wobbling, a bobble for a head,

but he saw things, in liquid Universe
most of us were too straight-walking to notice.

He spun round on one foot,
almost losing his balance
but light seemed to draw him upright
and he seemed to hear music
my ears were not attuned to.

Burden-bearer pulled down mystic’s
cheeks, and sung a frothy song
like wolf, or owl warnings
hooting as he danced,
giving  slobbery calls to star-strung night

“Dance, sister, dance”
they’ll take away our sorrows.”

In his eyes, a thousand drunken swirls
drew me in and drowned me
until nothing hurt in color.

He was no less winery in his spirit
than he was in flesh
but real words and raw moves
rolled like belly of bottle
in big blue night

and sky and I understood.

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