untitled 100 (for san francisco)
1.
see but all that music
is making me sing more where once I would have cried
and outside the moving windows all rolled down
because that’s what to do and the way to roll
a boy once told me
at a time when the cliffs were hills and all the grass was green
he said I have not touched your body
but I want to
with all the windows down
2.
when I showed up
in tattered jeans and bleeding white
the streets seeped blue and I thought
wow I never knew
that streets of concrete could push up tiles
like daisies push up color like dirty energy
and I knew when I saw yellow orange blue and up and out
towards graying skies and bright green palms
I held the reins of my belt loops
pulled myself back
because I could be inspired here
3.
but could she work
with all the timeless total morality of a different life she thought
I could of course I could but would I
because she keeps talking endless walks around the city that she loves
about the beauty that she feels inside but nowhere produces works of great genius
of course of course but what is genius but the futility of never burning out
she argues while candles move and she’s proven her point she thinks
and she says she feels their movement in her hourglass soul
to keep creating keep her hips rating others lips which tell her no not yet not now
she could silence them all here she knew
but would she work
because she knew she did not see the filling excess of other meaning
not from the simple daily pleasures at the very least
a cup of coffee sure but what about a north eastern star or fancy sheets
she knew she loved the life but lacked the gray skied mentality
because it was all too damn literal, you see
she said but
maybe in the foggy light she was capable but
she could never see a stretching tree when staring at an empty pillar but
it was appreciated all the same and
maybe that’s enough
