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
