BOXING AND THE BEATS

And then I met Ferlinghetti,
a gray owl gnarling mice
and men in a raspy,
raw tea-tone.

Well, and his disciples hissed
at any sudden movement,
while cracks in the
wooden floor sang
songs of praise
and approval.

And then into Moriarty, a
dense dean dwarfing twice,
come twists with a quirky
queer gray grin.

So, yet his surveyors filled and
filed their steamy content,
while brows in that
stunning face broke
vows and chant…
then bury.

M.J.C.A. 22-06-2006 (San Francisco)