i remember
on the bus last night
the sun set
in the back window
going up and down the hills into china-town-heights
that dash of cloud against the beautiful sky
it's so pretty here
too bad i don't like the people.
meeting people i wanted to meet
-- erasing them from my cell phone
cross off potential after potential
people in self-delusion and some sort of pretentious seduction
i don't want any of this
i'm looking for life...
if i had any expectation
it's all dissapointment now
walking the large block of the city
down the street
up the hill
through the hood
kicking through the trash
it's a very pretty city
if you don't look down
make the calls
see old friends
sigh
huge exhales
huffing and puffing up the hills
today is my father's birthday
he's surprised i don't like this town very much
i'm tired
i'm so happy to be...
i can't deal with this
the castro
walking away from it
eating ice cream
"i'm so glad i don't live here"
i just don't like the way it feels
the book store
any who read:
Books Inc. got more copies of BUTT #11
but the phone's all wrong
they're not calling through
and i'm sorry i'll not be here when my old friends arrive
but i'm on my way out of town
back to the hermitage to sort through my stuff
then what?
some grand new adventure
hopefully
i'll be finding home soon.
