Seeking

watching Hair sandwiched in between soft pillows,
the park, cruising to the Wailers and that pungent smell

swarthy boys in the hood, heads cocked, wondering
what is she doing here?

melting in the back of the room, desks reeking of metal,
sleeping to the French cassette tape
spitting out "je parle francais" like a broken record

listening to No Cure For Cancer in the van,
clueless about Rwanda and Dahmer's death

the boys in the lot at school, skipping class to hear
the O.J. verdict and Jackie, the security guard, laughing

Mr. Redican signs the year book "the walrus",
madrugata eterna alias born and time ceases to exist
with out Pink Floyd