Is this growing up? I don’t wanna.
Turn on blue fan blue like
Alka Seltzer package I
rip open for a headache and
new age metaphysical smoothies
(J Kyger). Paint a picture
lasts longer. Sometimes
maybe. Brightest white streak
across the bay some young
yacht. Fetching
from way up here.
Perhaps it’s just a ferry
sending earlybirds (the
stock market crew) home to
Vallejo. Tuesdays. Beautiful
Tuesdays after astonishing
evenings. Hungover MIT
with three Cel-rays from Bill
and what a swell intro! 21 poems later
I’m up a hill and on my knees.
Flag flaps briskly
in the San Francisco wind
six years after the two tall towers sunk.
