walking home from the bus stop
the city air is thick and hot
sunset brings scant relief
all that concrete...
baking us while we sleep
i trudge through clouds of patio conversation
lost snippets and curtailed sagas
philosophies without context
Outside the Mission, clustered like schoolboys, effete and grown wild
tattered men growl stories of ambush and malaise
...he woulda stabbed me
...get a knife...
...get a bottle into you...
...I'm going to beat that motherfucker!
...you know Georgie!
broken glass voices telling broken heart tales
hey buddy have you got an extra cigarette?