Forrest Jones: Zen Fins

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Zen Fins

I was skin then

not wearing my Zen Fins

I was brave, dead, walking bones

Talking to Freaks on my cellular phone

prone to rants

chants

and occasional slants

in baggy pants

I was skin then

black and thin

taller than most other men

despite living in gutters

and alley ways


hiding from the light of most days

sifting through the grays of the maze

meeting the daze Jay
I was skin then

Not wearing my Zen Fins

Biting, scorching and cursing other men

because they were also skin

Thin layers of film connecting hybrid creations

Strings unseen changing the nation

I over the ocean...alone

awake at the station

pacing

thoughts racing

dark night chasing in
I was skin then

Not wearing my Zen Fins

Skin memories dripping

dreams slipping

mind candy-flipping

to its next peak

dressed sheik

No longer mild mannered or meek

You see I was skin then

Not wearing my Zen Fins


Claushtane Bertron
9.7.08.4:47am