beat poem in search of a subject

By Mike GW

1.

someone told me it was two in the morning
but children of the night were still beating drunken rhythms in the park
they've been louder than ever since the night they first heard their own music

2.

this night she haunts my thoughts
like the presence of the past haunts these streets with analogies
and for a moment all is reclaimed

3.

i am kissed into existence
where else would the breath of life get its inspiration for breathing?
surely not from god, god dies daily and yet we don't die with him

4.

the spirits i know have made their homes far from heaven
they inhabit life like homeless men on park benches
invisible if you don't pay attention

5.

i've been meaning to find the means to translate days into manifestos
of the kind that resembles the writings of subway walls
otherwise i might as well sleep in

6.

one morning we will forget the reason we wake up and tie our shoes
and invent a better reason
and we'll do it again the morning after that

7.

a humble request: come and howl humanity with me
we will echo through the night as loud as a thousand city lights
and maybe one day they'll be proud of how we loved in time of war

8.

this was a poem in search of a subject that got lost along the way
meaning in a world we're not supposed to get lost in
i've found what i was trying to say.