Saturday, August 10, 2024

Tequila Mockingbird, Or, 86 2nd Street, San Francisco: A Sonnet


a slight revision with the clarity of not being tipsy...



TEQUILa MOcKINGBIRD, OR, 86 2ND STREET, SaN FRaNcIScO



THE BaRTENDER IS cOOL aS SHIT

THE DRINKS HE POURED - HELLa FULL

IF THE DaNcE FLOOR WERE MORE cOZY, IT

MIGHT NOT, IF cROWDED, DO aS WELL


IT ISN’T DIM, JUST WaRM, & DaRKENED

WITH MY KINfolk & tHeir KIND TONIGHT;

EaSILY & WELL IT HEaRKENED

aFTER WHaT ONcE MaDE THIS cITY REaL, & RIGHT —-


OF WHIcH, SINcE I KNOW PERHaPS a THING OR TWO

IN THE DEcaDES SINcE I MaDE THE BaY

I THOUGHT TO PEN THIS QUaINT REVIEW

aGaINST a FUTURE MORE FUcKED THaN TODaY


(DID I MENTION THE MUSIc HaS EXcELLENT SOUND?)

TEQUILa MOcKINGBIRD IS FINE aS THE FINEST aROUND



BY a FEMaLE FaUST (SLIGHTLY REVISED) DEDIcaTED TO 

TEQUILa MOcKINGBIRD (a BaR ON 2ND STREET) ON 8/8/24

FONT: “TEQUILa MOcKINGBIRD” BY WWW.KEVINaNDaMaNDa.cOM





           
original tipsy version


Thursday, July 4, 2024

Untitled

 

untitled


i miss you now, i missed you

when i realized you were gone

one less thing to give its due

one less worry off & on


but -- was -- & is -- a magick

in the intentioning of intent

prologemena forensic

to any future what we meant


i missed you tonight, felt it

most when 'it must be time to leave'

would a sudden appearance have melted

the perhaps of which now is bereaved


missed you -- never the -- lest

i confessed to the strange i perceive

not near close enough ever a test

still too far away to believe


verses written bathing in the rhythm, 

in the dark where you are not

grateful for remembering the --

all -- 

the grace -- 

you brought




finished at 1:58 AM on Wednesday

stripped down to lingerie, red white and blue

f8, sf

July 3 2024