MacArthur Park

Without a place to leak out
I’d go to jail
Yet the leak disturbs
The Subject is stirred
I am Muzzled in MacArthur park
I am nowhere close to MacArthur park
It would cost a life to nail one sentence about
MacArthur Park
I don’t want to capture anything
Not even a perfect lamb chop
Or the taste of rain
Or those three sunburnt convicts with Utah plates and charming smiles who have been friends for decades - Jules and Jim via San Quentin - lucky to be free together, Old enough to make the most of Sunday afternoon on Alvarado Blvd
The subject is stirred
But my leak saves lives
Even hers
Even if this cup is not exactly representative
Of every untouchable curve