MERCURIAL

of mercury

of chemistry

of myth

of orbital rotation

of la luna

of cascades of heat

of rebirth

of elements

of laid pavement

of mown grass

of honey in the tree bark

of pollutants on my contacts

this heaving life is gasping for a cleanse

for a swab of ointment

for an herbal balm

for mommy's hands

for a nip of Bailey's.

it's f*ckin' hectic on 9th

and i jog my way past the blowouts

the only way i know

head down

tunneling over the grates and bowels of the city

passages under kitchens

under wine hustlers

under pasty puff-ers

new yorker puertoricans workin' the Amish Market

and the flavor of this melted pot is thick

it's complex

it carries history

and grit

and i dig it

when i see a family in saris

kickin' around an inflatable globe.

what seaport do i go to to watch the sunrise?

with LSD not so close...

all things are too fresh

i still remain a tourist

despite the temporary address

the light peeled back and frisked me over

i am saturated in city

saturated in humans

saturated in media

saturated in the heat that confusion spreads thick.

*Gina Cornejo written 4/2/10

namaste, to the winds of change...just don't blow me the h*ll over.