Wednesday, July 1, 2009

terra bella street

(Look, they don’t belong here - a couple gringos in a Saturn. Pull up next to them. All with open beers in the car): Hey foo where you from? And his homies laugh. I answer nowhere. I tell my brother to turn. He does. That’s worked out all right for me so far but I saw a guy with a sheet thrown over him who got gunned down that way. That was a couple blocks away. The kid on this beautiful ground didn't have a sheet yet,

There is ugliness mixed in with the beauty, and beauty is somewhere in the ugliness.

I don’t know why. But the meaning of everything is in there somewhere if you can find it.