poem

A poem. Written a long time ago. Co-written with George H Reyes, found recorded on an audio tape made in a four day period of self induced sleep deprivation:

San Francisco 1995

Last minute quick list of things in the city:
Slow cabs arriving and smiling
Late airport grumblings
creeping up pigs asses driving
and there’s no seat on that bird for me
Backseat silence rips voracious purr through spilled port sky
layered thicker than evenings slit
cunt shade
wet magnet
drift
cuss
and cut grit
on the 26th terminal
watching lost kids erupt
amber fountains adrenal