what i saw and learned while searching for a lost street in NewFoundland

 
 
 
Jesus was working a  
hot dog stand down
at the marina on the  
water front  
 
and a brass band was  
playing Komm, susser
Tod, but no one danced
the Lindy or even the  
goddamned Charleston!  
 
the trees were spitting  
out squirrels like an old
man chewing tobbaco
while sitting on a park  
bench in Hawthorne  
New Jersey
 
the river ran muddy  
with the tears of    
Cleopatra while the  
navel of Venus burned  
 
we should have known  
better;
better than heaven,
better than hell,
better than good,  
better than evil,  
 
that dreams speak in  
a different language  
than love
 
and last about as long  
as snow falling on De
Longpre Ave on a hellish  
August afternoon in
Los Angeles