Pearl Street

Boulder you are a stranger to me. A man told me I could take a picture of him for a dollar.  You have the longest hair I've ever seen. Pretentious Europeans in their mother's glasses sunbathe their leather coats. 1960's revival. Extravagant homelessness. You play this game well. I'm sorry Boulder, I'm out of cash. I gave my last buck to the man playing a didgeridoo. I don't belong here, I'm sure. We used to climb the roofs at night and drink champagne. He fell asleep on my feet. I'm sorry, still. I forgot to feed the cat. Boulder, you don't grow tired of this? People line up every day to watch this man fold himself into a box. Seven stores that sell exclusively yoga pants. Put some shoes on, Boulder. Comb your damn hair. We used to sleep on top of the bar, we climbed the dumpsters in the alley and drank chamomile tea. You wear your heart on your sleeve, Boulder. Mine is somewhere beneath the mohair sweater. You let a cigarette burning in the grass. I feel like wax on your organic apple. Someone needs to clean me with a vegetable brush.