we were tom sawyer
to huck the rainbow. seemed to me.
now, so long later
i’m moses leading you
through the dead sea.
when we were, john, the
way we were,
is what’s what, beats in frisco,
and,
you told me it was
what’s between my legs
that made us men.
i confess i was too young
to be so free, call me by my name.
but, here we were,
out on the road,
highway one,
midnight up medocino,
empty road
and in your mouth
i find myself
finding you.
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