what a weekend. began Friday night with a double date
(two dates in one night). poetry gossip
“welcome to the board”. quaint Salvadorean restaurant
followed by an oyster bar. Thomas Crown Affair
(new version). on my own again Sunday morning wake-up
started these new combines (RIP Robert Rauschenberg)
from 1996 diary entries & what’s going on out my window.
sweltering San Francisco.
itchy beard. cool fan.
cut a swath through the city
in new shoes (Financial District,
Tenderloin, Civic Center,
Hayes Valley, NOPA...)
home sails slump against his mouth.
instead of fighting for gay marriage, we should be fighting
the state’s stranglehold on the marriage business and
putting our energy into altering the mainstream american
mindset, so that ALL people can live how they choose
without judgment or reprisal.
–Curran Nault
where all have you lived
and when you are in such a prison
are you encouraged to be so serious?
chat at Film Yard
then to Burger Joint on
Haight for lunch then
Castro Street Fair lots of
drinks on the streets
hold hands smooch
and shower but
seriously.
the new sincerity.
