I FELL IN LOVE WITH SAN PEDRO

they go for your lungs
you'll keep them honest
she don’t leak at the seams
keening the way babies scream
yes I do and I won't
unworthy like a limp hand
a gown soiled by the rain
I hope it's your last
grown up shoes in black
forgettable scratched singles
systems in decline
bay area anonymous
last chance to make plans
she could make a flower from the rain
company man out in the cold
yours is a mess look at mine
I miss the bells
tomorrow we should