1/22/92- Capetown Sunset

                                                                1/22/92
                                                 Capetown,South Africa
 
 
                        Capetown Sunset
 
             And here we are,the end of the road
             The end of the earth
             Why beauty always seems unreal
             Why having come so far reminds me
             Of so many other places
             So many other times
             They all come to mind,hungry
             I smile as each one looks in my eyes...
 
             Cut out,paste up collage I would not have made
             A blink of Diamond Head
             A tease of Northern Cal
             Rio and even Jersey touch upon my growing view
             As if my mind pulled that theoretical continent
             Together only for my own sake
             Roll over,memories of Woodside,cloud bank captivates
             The sunset I seek hides in the wrong direction
             Behind the frontal fence that takes me
             Back between the memories and fear
             Take out your palette and Crayolas
             You'll never get this one right...
 
             Satiated,I turn and walk among the unexpected
             The golden dogs and sweating feet
             The elders receiving their solar payoff
             The gay boy's secrets and poolside glances
             Lovers,hopefuls,children skating
             The world lights up on a housekeeper's uniform
             Impossible peach electric
             I peek over my shoulder like a naughty boy
             Told not to look,the lure of nudity too strong
             The sky peeling off new colors
             And I'm waiting for that one
             By not looking I see it's effect
                                                                        On everything.

 
             Fuck Christmas day,I want to spoil the surprise
             This is a challenge,how will I know exactly
 
             When...
 
             I like this game!
     
             Each step holds many words
             Can I reach paper and pen fast enough?
 
             Yes.
 
             Now the fence looks like a line I drew in a hurry
             Black below,above,that wicked purple
             Catholic violet perhaps
             This collaboration is over and another begins:
 
             Divine words live offshore on every continent
             Waiting for eyes so they can speak
             A human touch of imperfection
 
             No film is accurate...so what
             No phrase is true...so what
             No metaphor is universal...so what
 
             Man needs to interpret
             Because he has to
             Even if no one is listening;
 
             It's not a choice.