You get close enough,
you start to feel it—
Oh, you’re bound to feel it
alright. Better keep your distance if you can’t
handle it.
The Cruz ain’t
no big place now, no big city, you know, everything’s
kind’a compact here, so you sure feel the vibes when
you’re comin’ in,
& when you’re gettin’ in real close, it’s like a swirlin’
sensation in the air,
& as it swirls, you feel it
draw you in even more, & it’ll draw you in alright—
It’ll pull you—swirl you—right
in.
It’s a spin alright,
it’s a dizzy-making
sort’a motion—no doubt, you’ll start to go spinnin’ into it yourself—
There’s more rappin’,
more jivin’, more deals bein’ made, more trippin’,
more losin’ it, more dreamin’, more schemin’, more dudes dude’n it,
more strummin’, more singin’, more
chanting, more street performin’,
more oddball
musicians, more tattoo rockers, more poets, more artists,
more
creative cookin’, more Happy Hours, more partying,
more surfers,
more Peter
Pans, more pagans, more feminists, more hempsters,
more geeks,
more support
groups, more therapists, more quantum-crazed theorists,
more wannabes,
more almost made-its, more about-to-be famous,
more once
famous, more burn-outs, more dysfunctional haven’t-got-a-clue,
more bizarros, more nomads, more drifters, more time-warped
hippies,
more culture
junkies, more brilliant recluses, more decadent know-it-alls,
more
uncommitted, more breakups, more goin’ nowhere but
marooned
in this
town, & more lost faces, more strange names, more temptations
& more frustrations than you
could find anywhere else of comparable
geographic size—
And as you get in closer to
the swirlin’ gets faster & gets more intense, it’s a
powerful swirlin’
energy sink—
You get caught up in the swirl
of everyone else bein’ pulled in,
you’ll go spinnin’ & spinnin’, & spinnin’ yourself—
And if you can’t spin with it,
it’ll scatter you right out.
It’s
the Vortex of the Cruz—
You never know what you’ll look
like comin’ out the other end.
July 2003