LI PO ON MY MIND
spring flowers in bloom
nature’s wild children
a sailing boat makes its way
through the
San Francisco Bay
water calm
as whispering wind
a lone seagulls plaintiff call
auditioning for God’s choir
two old men play chess
under the shade of a tree
I mark time
like Li Po
mixing words with
wine
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CITY POET
once addiction sets in
there’s no stopping it
you become a serial killer
attacking the keyboard at will
your mind works in shifts
strange creatures live inside your
head
show no mercy give no ground
force your fingers to do their
bidding
writing down their thoughts
in your loose-leaf notebook
the city is your slaughterhouse
like a wife it accommodates your
moods
doesn't’t seem to mind
You’re giving her a bad name
you walk the streets like a vampire
lapping up your own blood
on nights when blood transfusions
are not enough
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