Saturday, May 14, 2011


i walked up the hills
to the top of the city
& gazed out at the sprinkled horizon
window spangled
i see bedrooms & offices
so many people living
in these highstacked
boxes, of various shapes
& sizes
the free-est are the ones
who cackle riding shopping
carts down these hills
at four a.m.
when fewer cars are out

who were the drnken
lovers against the worn
& sticky looking brick walls
of that tendrest loin?
i told them