Sutro Heights

let’s just say I needed a walk around the block

hustling the sand for a stake next to the weeds

a yellow you can’t quite rub off the curb tawny

until you spend an hour at an angle

there’s the ruins and the way new things ruin every

good old thing you ever came to depend on

when you dimmed the lights and your room crept in

or some time later you learned to sneak out

your window’s

not only a west facing portal the best sex ever had

was across the street totally impressive how far

misery would carry if the moon’s teeth weren’t quite so loud

on the water

all roads eventually lead you to roaming

some things are planned mathematically and appear

in flawed arrangement

when maps are straighter than streets