FLANEUR

Fear nothing,

walk the night streeets eternal

dream the Gardens transcendental,

walk among them, think

GESTHEMANE.

(mind the gap)

All sorrows not included, counter-currents,

culture, walk the path,

the treetops sifting light like

MIRACLE, the song

of myself in my head like a line

from a song of thyself, like a sunbeam

waft thru brain current be:

the crazy person to the godless girl,

the snarl in the lip of the death-eyed dog,

the secret inside the man,

the man with the throat full of

secret, the secret condecension.

(mind the gap)

the CN Tower,

be the CN Tower?

Be the CN tower, perfect, omnipresent, be

the broken man if broken man

you need to be.

be the change you want to see in the girl,

barren as the beer glass, empty, now

of a sudden, soft.

The Flaneur,

buying weed from a girl named Charity

on Grace Street. Charity on Grace

Street, madman uttering Dante in the city