Postcard from Amsterdam
Red Light district
Mental
jailbreak from the puritanic laws made by the bourgeoisie
Unending
hordes of back-packed youth
Throng
happily along the tree lined sun-warmed summer's
Narrow
streets along a maze of glittering canals
Reflecting
dappled ripples
A
Seurat of colors
Leaf
green, sky blue, golden sun
Parade
of small boats . . . endless promenade.
Sidewalks
bestrewn with necklaces of bars, youth hostels
Small
two star hotels
Live
costumed manikins rap store-front windows
Call to
passers by
"Hey
baby... let me show you something you have never seen before."
Live
sex shows glitter noonday neon above touts
Who
beckon while awaiting guided tour groups
Sure to
come along this evening
Giddy
with excitement.
Coffee
shops abound for every taste and nationality
Dispense
bouquets of marijuana and hashish from within
Where cigarettes
are not allowed.
Small
groups are gathered joyfully at tables
Rolling
joints . . . discussing favorite blends
Hushed
conversations
Music
Smoothies
Fresh
fruit blended by tattooed baristas
Dutch
Big-Easy.
Early
Morning streets near vacant
Lingering
smell of beer
Street
cleaners wuzzing slowly by
An
early morning prostitute
Stands
in her doorway
Savoring the cool post-dawn.
Savoring the cool post-dawn.
What
cause to leave this place
Save
winter's bleak and cold respite from joy
And
jobs that we cannot escape.
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