A lot of naked wonders on the street

a superannuated actor still employed at the theatre
with no parts though / besieged by women

a slightly limping sterile girl
zonked she fled the police along the freeway her stomach
cut up in the crash

the black metal guy his face painted black
a red cross turned downwards on his forehead
his own cut up cat's skull in a lace around his neck

a river of lost souls could run through me

listening to the germ of their own destruction? all the poor people who wonder
where they should turn
quick dance steps on the sidewalk a bayadere's gestures in the air
castanets hand-drums flutes

through the door of perception the heart yellingly swelling

a yelling celebration in the open cage of desire

a sanctuary? this yearning to be released from

dreaming animals' journey of yearning

the world's eyes ajar the summer's door open

naked hairy poem soft wet city of a wild beast

oh let me shake like maracas in your hands

Mikael Ejdemyr

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maracas-a-bartender-s-good-night-part-2/