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




CARE TO CONNECT?

SUBSCRIBE VIA EMAIL:

© 2023 Sister Shaman