mdcxxxix

The face of time wants to be tagged
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.  The

very next year I’m sitting with 

Otto on the cragged foundation 

of the old Sutro baths.  Big

waves waltz in. I have one
wish for the new year:
collaboration (Otto’s

sketching, my writing?). 

Than I fell into the mud:
Whump!  Skinned

my right palm.  & I’m
mud-covered.  Un-
easy writing the

new year on the rent
check.  Seal Rock Inn 

for breakfast

and Dark Angel
for dinner.  ’Til we

get into a senseless....

Blah thru midnight.
Symbolic of nothing.
Do you see me in

your future? Maybe
these cards can tell 

me  if you can’t.