idle
heat end
of summer wanna

play with him
and he
with

me,
at least
a little... we

flirt oh a
long time...
can't

stop...
won't, and
we prance around

for two hours...
destroy the
music,

let it fall
apart (who
cares)

as
we discuss
shopping expeditions for

leather
that doesn't
cover... I can

see us playing
grabass... well
no,

there are reasons,
but maybe
no

reason why not
except no
reason...

so flirtatious tech
and it
falls

apart and ends
in a
dark

dubby
musical texture
no one else

besides us has
or ever
will...

lame
but you
know where my

heart
is, my
feeling, it shows...

britney and then we kiss
adrian b spears

the grass at cross purposes

the grass at
cross purposes
having

grown
straight and
tall and bearing

its message, time
has passed
and

now the messages
cross each
other

layered one on
top of
the

other in languages
we can't
really

speak,
maybe simple
messages, seed, seed,

seed,
maybe thoughts
of who am

I, maybe this
is mine,
maybe

I'm waiting for
you to
fall,

maybe peace, love
and happiness ...
so

much in mind,
the more
you

know
the less
you can speak

forces
greater, lesser,
winning, losing, keeping

what's mine, rarely
ours, privatizing
myspace
___

Mathias S,
memories of RDPF who used to call evenings, a bit tipsy sounding, and reading, not to be recorded, repeated, remembered, commented upon

From Bare Skin in the Sun

Tucson to fully
clothed city life...
took years to shed some.
____

deck on roof
could see 400 California
hear school recess
____

Spent time (No. 19)
in Polk corridor
(library)

cable cars (15¢,
another library)
____

more books,
this time
mine (some of them) from
City Lights
____

odd - memories of
museums,
the Richmond and Sunset,
but not North Beach,
from the 50s
____

Bay Super...
bright
up on staid old
Russian HIll again
(were there on Greenwich
in 1906)
Radio Market
french rolls...
defer driving one year
defer suburbs five years
____

that chilly weather
visits the Paint Pot
discover San Francisco
through John S's
Telegraph Hill
parties
____

Paint Pot
____

many many cups of espresso
@ Caffè Trieste and Malvina Cialde

Lost and Found Dream

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