On Mission.

On the corner of

France and Panchitas

I am waiting,

waiting for the sun

to return.

Still,

I hurry not the dawn;

I drink me full of night.

Dancing still

on sidewalks,

I recall the days

I dared not hum

for fear of being

heard.

Back on Italy

my Mission is to find

the cheapest

rolling paper,

though I’ll buy what I like;

Devotion is my calling.

I live to cling

with abandon

to the breasts of Desire.

I want to want —

to feel the swelling

of a dream

as the stomach meets

the guts.

True courage lies

in wanting.

In wanting

you

and your body,

I have found the beast

kept ragged

no longer stalks its cell

At night

on Mission.

"On Mission."

San Francisco, CA

February 21, 2019