Curbside provocateur

 Early fifties and fairly flamboyant
He had a walk that bounced
from his jivey honky ankles
enlivening the curls that trampoline off his brow
Bouncing and frolicking on his forehead

he seemed to be dancing as he strolled
querulous and churly
Failing on the makeup
Every trick in the book dribling down
dampening the technicolor shirt

He was snorting lines of his anarchis modis operandi
Plotting always, strutting out pretending not to care
Then fading back into the ridiculous churlish state
Whatever he sees is a tool for his drama and chaos

His body dips down and bobs up
He walks here and there curbside avoiding random pebbles
You can see the skip in his step you can see the whole hidden dinosaur
From every sound making oriface -loutish scoffs
The tone of voice sparks the cigar, hope smokes away

He didn´t sport very much of that hard tack savvy
But his little nugget of wisdom shone nevertheless
Accept that piece of yourself you deem most unworthy

Roof parties(1980)

 I settled for a roof
it played music
The music I got addicted to
I sat there above neighborhoods
Comparing my little living square

I convinced myself with my aspect to the sun
with the tunes of my music
Huge restaurant signs
Lit up as afternoon showed signs of giving up on me

Groups of popular kids collected on other rooves
Connecting their speakers
As if they were professional installers
Smoking their expensive brand cigarettes

They changed position in the dusk light
Just as the street lights flicked on
Each young person struck up their best body pose
Struggling to emphasize themselves

Interview with theoretical young leaders(1970)

 we have found the lifesaving idea
The solution to every woe
Our personal interests well embedded
Our lust for fame kept growing

Watch the desire to be seen the weight of it hurts
How tragically it billows out between pants and shirt
Grins that said the world was ours, how wrong we were!
The space between hours, no miracel occured

Camera rolled and purred
We made out testimonies
Fumbling hand gestures
Aheming toward sophistication

Not arriving there
Our tone and pitch resembling a doctor´s
Who is counseling a terminal patient 
We were going to change the world

we didn´t change a thing