Tonight I want to become the light under the lamps in the streets,
I guess they're street lamps.
I guess those are streets.
There are images between the cracks of the side walks.
They conjure up Howl, Wolfe and Jazz, Nakedness, my first time alone with Jack Keuorac and Lou Reed on some souls door step.
The era I wish I could breathe in for myself,
take it in and make love to it.
Exist.
Light the streets,
Workmen woke me up.
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