The perks of Berkeley

minutia and matter
and rhetorical chatter
ignited, amazed
in a cerebral haze

riddled with pithy
sayings and craving stage
scramble to establish the next leading
phrase; your spray of excitement
lands on my face

I surf the deluded mood
sailing sea sharp to see flat
on a silver contrabass
I'm a shining tune whizzing through a shiny tube
on a mission
with paper mache paste
pinched alleyway by the name of Haste

Home is a soothing room
blur and ebonics
emits from muted laptop speaker hives

Here I'm an arabian dancer
radioactive like cancer canoe riding
on crimson tide
with ninja knives like romancer

We light incense
smoke tendrils to
fill my dream eyes at night

the porch invites a discussion of
an apricot moon who wears
fog like a plume
like the elites

chambers below us echo
the raucous buffoons
who bark and guffaw
across our dimly lit street

as I lay there and wonder
if they ever get sleep.