ON CANADIAN ROCK

I walked behind the house

of my youth through woods

while music played.

I danced between trees

& over rocks & passed

the ruins of a once proud

house of god.

Mine was a solitary Tango.

Mine was a Dance Desire.

I ran with raccoons &

prayed that the

pet shop boys would

take me away

to drab city streets.

I cried for the man

as he begged us to

listen without prejudice.

& my moonlight desires could not

make my ciminal mind stop dreaming

dreams of tolerance bathed in the sounds

flooding my teenage imagination.