san francisco

Sep 29, 2008 13:25

public displays of high
(and higher)
the most creative homeless signs this side of anywhere
"FUCK YOU" all colored up
for the painted folks
"25¢ for weed" from the honest
marijuana perfume scents the streets
scents the paved hills
scents the sober and traveling kids seeking thrills

don't haight
the amoeba soul of sounds dribbles rhythm
to the symphony of registers
the homeless choirs hum along to that sprawling,
hometown-crawling song

i found my thrill
drunk off beer and cheap merlot
smoking cigarettes in the fire escape of the top-floor
downtown apartment
we ran to the bus home, drunk
and i stole my first bus ride; so unfare

the homeless man, drunk, too
he couldn't find his transfer; unfair

and the bus driver couldn't find me, hiding behind
him in the seats as we drove past Derby up to Church past the blurry, forgotten signs in between

I undressed and passed out and woke up
and forgot where I was

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