TWO HIPPIES ON THEIR WAY TO FRISCO-for Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg

They had nothing: not one cent.
They knew nothing: A LAMENT.
Their stare meant a delimitation and manifest destiny:
Frisco or L.A.

raised in Tennessee, had never
a glimpse of City Lights, the
American Paris dreamed.  A N.York City in
floral blast.

the apparent star
the lost soldiers, sailors in a city concrete
and the waves delight an immense galaxy of cars
California, numb vision, the last freedom
of multifoliate spurts and brittle diamonds in your mouth

the animals pranced the city
the social quilt submerged rational
sciences of rite and ministries
the formation and outright perfect
poetry of social galore
and reminisced ideologies
to encounter new world and new time
in the last millenium awarded.

Never in the history of desire
had fad overtaken system and system
as light...  The history of God's design
in the demeanor of your eyes
as you love me

as you love me


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poem revisited to be finished 11 january 2017 3:00 a.m.
Caracas, Venezuela, South America
LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE.

written by carlos e. mijares poyer, all rights reserved.