08Aug2004

it was afternoon chai tea and sushi in a quaint St. Louis eatery

she spoke "yeah that nasty public bathroom came in handy" the tapestry of Asian food, Indian tea and nasty restrooms

the sky was blue and the moment had rhythm sidewalk illusions melting into the cobblestone transitory thoughts dripping into the cracks merging with century old dreams translucent rainbows

and in the silence is an essence yet to be spoken by lips I have yet to meet dreaming of new illusions to dance with

out on the sidewalk he talks to his father on the cell phone while the music plays upon mounted speakers inside the gay bar slowly ice melts in my water glass and it was then the ash fell and I awoke to another cobblestone dream I've yet to explore

and then you called he left out the door on his journey with you

it just is no expressions no thoughts today it just is another cobblestone road and off we go