/lit/ - Literature

The sidewalk artist sits street side
sketching silently
talking in a chalk dialect
A sweat-stained red bandanna
wrapped around his dreads,
as his head bobs to the beat
of his brother's drumsticks
on an empty bucket


His zip-lock bag of pens
all gifts from friendly strangers
His cardboard canvases
plucked from trashcans
and propped up
on makeshift stands
waiting for a gracious glance
or generous hand
to fill his rust covered can
with a few bills

The reggae band downtown
has the crowd in a trance
spellbound
by blackmagic melodies
and mellow vibrations
colliding with the herb smoke
that floats through the fall air,
as the poets and street preachers stare into the flowing sea of faces
and declare the empty spaces
between revelations
to be the genesis of true beauty

The whole scene is serene
and eclectic
Hip-hop heads
and bellbottom hippies
sharing the pavement
and trading electric phrases
with the funky fresh rockers
and pop-punk kids
The sound of respect echoes
and reverberates
off plate-glass windows
and the polished tiles
of the office building obelisks

We are a family of free spirits
related by the beat
A community, tuned-in
to a collective subconscious
our feet move in unison

Soulmates meet on street corners
as ideas are born in beer gardens
and divebar bathrooms
Wallflowers bloom
and assume new identities
with bodies of white-light
Illuminated by the music
of synchronized minds
and rooted in the eternal truth
of one love