Thinking about the
    street kid
  teen girl San
Francisco panhandling
  in front of 
       the bookstore
         barefoot
shaved sides of
        her head &
     a shock of
        green on
top – beautiful
face –
"Hey mister can
         I pet you
dog?" she says
          to the customer
tying his mutt
      to the parking 
     meter –
      how vivid now
          4 years later

    will I meditate
secret w/ a
  candle listening
  for the 
  police?
the homeless
    drink my change – 
can’t we do better?
will my thoughts
scribbled here
  be considered
    disease?
will real disease
    get pushed
    to the poor
queer black?
  will Christ
be enforced as
my visualized 
  deity?
will I wake
  up old wondering
what happened
  to the oceans
& the air, body
  pain intense
no sympathy alone?