as the face of a person.
Are these my
golden years?
I just got cruised by a tall, lanky
white guy near the ruins of the
Sutro baths. In the
rain. “Are
you a detective?” he asked.
Last day of the year.
Time
to return the car, etc.
I’m
sitting with Otto on the
cragged foundation of the
old Sutro baths. Big
waves waltz in. One
wish for the new year:
collaboration (Otto’s
sketching). I just
fell into the mud:
whump! Skinned
my right palm. &
mud-covered. Un-
easy writing the
new year on the
rent check. Seal
Rock for breakfast
and Dark Angel
for dinner. Til we
get into a senseless....
Blah thru midnight.
Symbolic of nothing.
Do you see me in
the future? Maybe
the cards can tell
me if you can’t.
