Another Soliloquy

I love the scumfucks, the gutter-punks,
The street kids.

As I grew up sheltered I identified
With skaters, the ones who would

Do anything not for any reason
Other than to say that they did.

Troubled but makers,
The dreamers of dreams.

In these acts there is a
Spiritual communion.

It might be a bit confusing, but
That doesn't lessen the influence.

Now, don't get me wrong, I've
Long since got my fill of wanton

Amusement, but when I want I
Have a seat among these students

As a friend.  The ones who know
No life but exploding, Truly the same

Song runs through me, runs through them!
Constantly re-roaming no matter the state:

Montana,  Ohio, Missouri, and Maine.
Newark, New Jersey, Santiago y Spain.

Istanbul, Mogadishu, London.  Grey names
Upon grey names upon grey names, holding.

There is a secret medicine sent for those
Alone who have lost all sense of hope and

Direness permeates their entire being. Similar
To the speech first reached by Steinbeck's

Pen, I'll be all around.  Wherever there is
A fight so hungry people can eat, I'll be there.

Wherever there is a cop beating up a guy,
I'll be there.  I'll be there in the way men yell

When they're angry, and I'll be there in the way kids
Laugh when they're hungry and they know suppers prepared.

Wherever you are who feel broken
That is where I appear.