cclii

Took a lot of time walking Powell Street for a MUNI 

bong. The sun contemplating self has arrived, its

big long cloud is my damnedest mirrors.  Treasure
Island slightly windy.  Tonight Jamaica Pond and

a fang-reading after buying a hearse.  Dinner with a
Connecticut Yankee.  I have no time to myself not

poking at all.  Mulch kinda funny.  Nice uncomf
ortable boats in the bay.  Such as BankBoston.

Mortgage more lifespan into each poem.  We’ll see.
Got color and spoke.  No more time for me too loose.