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