The unmistakable sound
of an eye blinking
and knowing
mine were the only eyes open
I knew someone was there
I could not see
knowing I could never see
only listen
and yet I knew
it was a stranger
for I had never
heard his eyes before
now I hear
what his eyes see
all they see
is a blind man
sitting in the corner
listening...
beat
poets
beat poets
home from the war
forbidden to speak it
wrote it
on the wall
art is love is God
venice west
a quiet place
to blow a poem
in your coffee
listening to monk
the naivety
to change things
world gone wrong
generation
of protest
sounds
a soprano sax
song to the lady
a wail
in the night
