Saw this guy just after we ate- people would walk up to him, hand over some change and spit out some words, and his fingers would begin to fly. I was too intimidated to ask him for a poem, but Sarah bought two, for $3 each- “Indecision” and “Age”. Indecision was for me, and read as follows:
“Perhaps she’ll love the green of Portland
Flowing off into the hills
Where again I learned to feel
Or maybe the crowded hive of New York
Buzzing into the seam of morning and night
Or the path not yet displayed
and I am lost in so many ways
Like Carolyn’s smile in Ireland
I can contemplate again and again
But knowing is just a thought back to when.
July 1, 2012”
I really hope this was some kind of art project and not a “I need money so I can eat and pay rent” type of thing. I don’t want to live in a country or on a planet where poets have to panhandle. :|
Poets panhandling wouldn’t be a first.
I’m ok with this. He’s brilliant.
doubt it was an art project with as much shit you get. he actually looks familiar- if he’s from sf i know him from the haight. anyways if that who i think it is he’s awesome :) i used to see him a lot after work. :)