Motorcycle sideways glance. Wolf onboard licks his lips. He is playing music From a different decade. Denim, not leather. Indian not Harley. Threatening, but hardly, Not that it matters whether Or not he rides that way: They all end up there in The end or else they go To ground... ...Liquor store quietly waiting, An open invitation, Has all the lights off, Yet the door is open. Ain't that the way it Always goes? - Forever downhill Faster than it rose... Climbing the inclination Leads to ethanol Damnation. White port and Thunderbird, Bitter Cruzan but it is no Plan....... So I cross the road... Rich hotel over skyline Stop Asian hate signs Old man sighs: His cheap tee shirt says "Money!" His face reads Defeat. Fire escape to the skies Studio for rent - Call 415...for the opportunity To be offended at the Inflated cost of shelter In this city where Cascade flags dangerous Perch on a facade Built for tourists And movers Not shakers. Man lurches Woman cries Blue skies.... San Fran tourists in Golden State shirts Take photographs Outside City Lights Swapping places Gurning faces Outside windows Holding snapshots From a time When this was the Place to be for words Not pictures. Man wears beanie I wonder who he hurt Woman walks dog Dog sniffs tree Messages spread Invisibly.. Spread love Cliche smears Idealistic bullshit All the way down where the Powell and Hyde Trolley rolls.... ...Carrying esplanade Day walkers, hot shots Big talkers... Woman up ahead Had the look of Someone on the Edge of a crack She might fall thru. There is a profound lack Of reason In this season Of the storms. Overly happy 80s Music plays At a camera joint That sells dated Irrelevancies to People with cell phones. The sea is always to the right Or else up ahead. I am always alive Until I am dead. The bridges a solid Reminder that I sit On a peninsula. Did I feel the ground shake If not now, then sometime Later.... The breeze felt so good On the back of my neck As the sweat evaporated. Why did I lose my mind And try to climb up Mason? Sweet Mason of silence. Sweet Mason of no mercy. Sweet Mason beyond the Window pane. Did I cross the line? Does it matter? Is there anything left In the city to Mine?
Another excellent reading and verse…how well you capture the pace of the city and it’s people.