candle stick (1990)

thru the bars of the fire escape, the glo
of candlestick, other lights as well
mapping, if not betraying the isolation
felt by each who flip the switch
gathering masses and their clumps of autumnal
matter forming green parks
in between what''s possibly bothered
now that earth's gone sour
a chest of drawers
thrown from a testament universe that was infantile
in perception and as redundant as what's
been done in
history''s familiar subject kneeling before kings
of money that common enemy
we'd sleep to love with
but perpetually tease with elongated morals
the vision of the plain people
a highway or plug
no fog in the abdomen of san francisco
tho slamming report of night sounds 
wrench on the possibility of
daylight's revolution going around the
fred douglas plaza block
to view the project windows we'd dream
the thiebaud perspective of what we all owe
never affording the metaphors of junebugs
fire-retardant in withdrawal
as the game in candlestick
melts our wax
back home in dripping exhaust station wagon Green
rolling down tree-lined eyes
wide as avenuse strewn with stars,
their plastic cups of blood


1990 san francisco