A large
part of what I am
Foul or
fair
Finds its
birth in Tucson
In the
veins of the Old Pueblo
Founded in
secret passages
Nearly
abandoned buildings
On the
wheels of a skateboard
In the
dirt of the Sonoran desert
One of the
last strongholds of Weird
A proud
land of kooks and loonies
A strange
mix of humanity
Equal parts
gangster and hippie
Scientist
and Latino existing as one
Mixing and
evolving into new creatures
My
favorite part was that I was young
School ended
at 3:30
My dad
left work downtown at 5
I had 90
minutes to explore any day I wanted
Longer if I
rode home with the Chmara’s
Even longer
if I ditched a class here or there
I took
that time whenever I could
Feasting
on the freedom hungrily
Breathing in
the air of every record store
Bookshop,
thrift store and pizza joint
Exploring every
inch of ground
From Hotel
Congress to U of A
Shredding every
angled wall
Chasing every
rumor of abandoned pools
Running
like an escaped animal
From a
zookeeper’s oppression
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