In City Lights
A poets mind
Ignites with

Dancing in quiet
Between aisles
Arms up, eyes

The history of Beat
In the air and wood
We breathe in
Brother’s skin
For the first time
Lungs blessed
Holding our breaths
As if this may be
The last time
Is inside us

The view from the attic
Desolation in the basement
Fuck everything on the 1st floor
Fuck everything outside

We take our time
Because we want to
There’s nowhere
We’d rather be

One can never rush
Fingertips on spines

One can never
Be rushed
To write

One is never
In a hurry
To revise

In City Lights
San Francisco
One soul

~ Jason Brain, 2013