3 august          3:15 a.m.          jersey street, san francisco

excellence in pieces.
sailboats. what they call
inverted stronghold.
couldn't do it. anyway
did it twice.
in series tremendously
punched. punched in the stomach.
the book—having fallen—
from grace caged (unreadable)—
more silver, more silvery.

3 august          3:15 p.m.          jersey street, san francisco

jackhammers across noe valley.
into & because of.
swarms of thought which neither sweet nor sticky.
but warm as wind chimes.
i'm trying to tones or a certain tone
attempts me, perhaps invasive, but doubt
is a willing companion to this brassy sore.