Kouros 4

When you ran w Keats
on Hampstead Heath
they calld you a different name,

as you once wrote— someone
              calld
in a poem or song, I cannot remember.

Now come along, let's run again
thru neon groves or pastures new,
w John & John & John,

one dead young, one blind,
one hurld to Eternity in Minnesota.

For there must always be the
invocation, the index finger's curl
                         let us go now,
thru half-deserted streets & alleyways,

on dirty feet
trollfeet, ghostfeet,
country-bumpkin booted 

or walkin on Gucci, wearin' Yves St
Laurent, find them,
throw them out, cast them like pearls,

let the young ones further on
discover w eyes focusd, navigating
tomorrow's interfaces.

8.12.17 first draft.