::01:04:08::

::: San Francisco Hangover :::

The day was draped with the sullen rouge of too many glasses
drunk very early morning in the chaste kitchen
uptown with some coeds
and waking in the bright room
and kissing her
had no history
and no promise
only delicate sensation
and “thank you” by the way,
”shall we see each other again?”

But there really isn’t too much to say about today
walking home
those creases around my eyes- I have to squint, you see
blue eyes in a bright sun
bought an ice coffee and muffin
and regretted it

Playoff baseball was on the tube
something to find faith in (Let’s go Red Sox!)
but there was only ugliness-
head hunting and posturing
and lazy fly balls in the bottom of the ninth

In seeped melancholy
provoked, perhaps
but quite unwelcome
and trying to escape
I took a nap
fitful and corrupted
footsteps intruding
my sheets too course
light cotton linens, please
please, I need respite from this city!

But
those sirens on Fillmore
screaming
straining
up and down these bending hills
badgering me
choking that pleasant city-hum
from the afternoon air

Written by: ~ Grapefruit Salesman