CSD 26.07.26

a man who is allegedly Islamic drove a car

into the crowds in the garden of the animals

in Berlin last night

as the first forty eight hour pride festival

(previous ones were only twenty four hours)

took place on this hot Saturday in July

and the police began to tell everyone to go home

so they could start searching the area for the suspect

and I don’t know

if it just fueled the rainbow energy or squashed it

or really what happened at all because I wasn’t there

but instead at the Beast bar with Stephen

talking about the meaning of an object and this and a glass

and naming things into existence with this gray fuzziness

of anti-totality with beers tipping our spectrums

of kink and sexuality this way and that and our ears open

and the crotch of the branch and all the diversities

of campfires painted by Kephardt the humble know it all

while these three kids were rammed by a car

one of them fatally

while in other parts of the city the men were kissing

and the women were kissing and all the fucking

police who think these problems can be solved

with logic were milling about

but they are so wrong about logic as love sits

just outside its boundaries and outside the confines

of language and really is more transcendental than anything

which is a funny thing to think about in itself

we sat there for hours discussing and listening

and laughing with the embers of connection

underpinning our monkey roped conversations

we dangled over

the Grapes and Berry and Oliver and Faulkner

with the blubber boiling down to the oil and the fat

feeling of allowing one another to meander

with silence growing between each word

with echoes of the little tiny feet of bees

dancing across the lips

I fail to imagine the horrible scene of the night

before with this dead hole of hate burning

its way through the tapestry of love

on the other side of the city where the cops

because they cannot solve every problem logically

should just shut the fuck up