under the sign



down in north beach    on the corner of columbus

and kerouac alley


the mythology of san francisco beat was born



of kerouac   ginsberg   snyder   under the sign 

of ferlinghetti’s city lights bookstore


born of eastern thought and yab-yum



cassady's mad energy and a notion

that it's under the bodi tree   listen to the buddha


or has it become a myth of the mythology




here in the high desert   among the pueblos

and pyue cliff dwellings


on the shard covered mesas



the mythology   not so different   is earthen

born of clay and fire and hunger and water and grain


of ancestors faintly heard



voices nearly lost to the whip and cross   

sold in gift stores under the sign of kokopelli


and trinkets on the plaza   the myth of the mythology



what of our own   hers and mine   not so different

under what sign


the star and cross   the temple and resurrection



under this rarified air i'm asking   if we listen hard enough

will we hear our ancestors’ songs


or have they   too   become unrecognizable   myths of the mythology




Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 86 times
Written on 2023-09-13 at 02:33

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text