February 2, 2004

America falls just fine without my eyes and ears.

Berkeley, California: 1974-1979

When you grow up in the center of the universe,
What's it to you
If from somewhere
Out on the edge of western civilization,
Where a several century trans-continental rush
Of real estate grabs and techno-lust
Pulled up to a far-eyed halt at an Asiatic ocean,
There comes someone speaking sentences without subject
--And without object--
Just the vague drift
That once upon a time
Disillusion bred reality.

Berkeley, California, 1974 to 1979,
Not illusioned, not disillusioned,
Just tribal.
A nomadic exploration of what never was
And what never would be.
A living
In the shadow of the rainbow.