So the long rain waves drain
—J Ashbery
...and we lost the days like severe pains
draped upon our shoulders... or like an
anxiety attack in Nob Hill Valley,
Coco under the sun...
I want to be out on the pier, 5:45am again,
wondering if they can see us from the
Bay Bridge...
extracting software for the umpteenth
iPhone update, the joys of peppering our
assorted wares with brief energy spurts...
...bruising letters...misrepresentative of
corner, blackmail, concrete...
on a train to Philadelphia....
missed connection in Chicago...
everybody’s pissed on Pebble Beach.
