Cable Car

Mr. Lemmon took me to some Japanese place on Friday evening & I met some folks. Had to skip on a trip to wine country to check out more apts. boo.

I went up the cable car to the Botanical Gardens on Sunday & wrote for a bit.







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the fuzzy dead thing
around your neck
blinked alive in my dream.

actually, I'm dreaming right now!

it's a white lynx
and it ties knots with it's body & snaps unraveled,
biting at jars of flying honey.

did I tell you about the honey?

instead of bees, tiny jars of honey buzz & clink.
in the fields, enormous cartons of milk graze,
cardboard mouths chewing loosely.

when you arrive, it is a knocking mass
of household products, stuck together with leaves --
no no! -- dollar bills.

the mailman will run headlong into the front door
and burst into white letters

I love reading at the cafe in town.

at night I flap my hands in the dark
because anything giving off energy glows, here.

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When the wind slows, I hear
The turbine fork of the city pounding,
And the water table is heating up.