Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: Dreaming… (Into The Blue)

Vitamin C Tree by *brilho-de-conta

Vitamin C Tree by *brilho-de-conta

A vault. A key. The unexpected scent of orange blossoms. Bloom room.

Two tumblers with 32 teeth; clockwork orange and morning fruit. Sweet tang. Shock burns like a new sun the bright spark charging off the shelf from her safety deposit box. Reclamation and somewhere she left her map. She lost the known.

Well it’s all street now anyways. Dance. Dodge that car, food stall, heckler, stop sign–coffee for the weary and the crossed; hung up on iTunes and indifferent hum. Forget them all. Fuck those boys.

Ghost in the shell.

Stars in her pocket.

Ovation in the public restroom. Ovation in the cubicle crush. Carnal cross the formica desk world of exactly 3 ft. Inches just don’t matter, when you’re under the counter and dreaming.

She heard a song once, about sunshine. Only sunshine.

Eats an orange every day till she finds it again. Beatbox of light.

An ocean waits for her somewhere, heaving.

And so do I.

So come on tight rope walks with me,
across the waves;
come and waltz the spaces between valleys of sea,
where fish forget
or only fly

dreaming.

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconShe lost the known.
Eats an orange every day till she finds it again.
An ocean waits for her somewhere,
dreaming.
And so do I.

Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: A Little Song I Wrote…

Rattlesnake by Chase Elliott Clark

Rattlesnake by Chase Elliott Clark

(tuning guitar)

This is a song I wrote when I was going for a drive through the back roads of where I’m from.

It was late at night time (or early in the morning). And I caught a flat. And I didn’t have a spare. So I said “fuckit” and I walked home. And tripped over a goddamn rattle snake in the dark. No flashlight.

(continues tuning guitar)

anywho it goes a little something like this…

(ahem)

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I wrote me this song
and it didn’t take long
cause there was so much I’d had left to say

leftover from the night
that we had our big fight
and I drove home the following day

with the sun in my eyes
yeah I just about cried
but I couldn’t because I was numb

and it’s lasted for days
cause you pay for your ways
and it’s double-e so when it’s love

oh the nights here are longer
and you pour your drinks stronger
and you chase all your water with wine
and there’s nothing to say
about the one who got away
but she’s gone and has been for sometime
and you count all the ways
that things could’ve been changed
but you know you’re just wasting your time
so just pick yourself up and say “who gives a fuck”
and go put another hook on your line

so you’re piss drunk again
and the girls at the inn
are out calling your name from the stairs

and they challenge your pride
and guess your johnson size
cause they know just what’s grindin your gears

but your better than that
plus, middle one’s fat
and they’re ugly and dirty to boot

so just tip down your hat
wave goodbye and then skat
cause you’ll catch a lot more than the blues

oh the nights here are longer
and you pour your drinks stronger
and you chase all your water with wine
and there’s nothing to say
about the one who got away
but she’s gone and has been for sometime
and you count all the ways
that things could’ve been changed
but you know you’re just wasting your time
so just pick yourself up and say “who gives a fuck”
and then put another hook on your line

oh now your almost home
couple miles left to go
and you’re aching from shoulder to shoe

and you’re moving so slow
that you don’t even know
…what the f***…
F*** F*** F***
IS THAT A F****** RATTLE SNAKE?!

omg…omg…omg i almost died…holy sh*t

(ahem)

thank you.

(c chord)
(applause)

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconAnd the rattlesnakes sing,
“Don’t tread on me, you drunken cowboy, our song is plainly sung
boots are made for walkin’, so quit your jive talkin’,
put a hook on the line, you’ll do just fine.
Now get back on the road and let us be!”

Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: Dreams On The Street

The Pathetic Plight of the Goddess Lyssa by Lotus Carroll

The Pathetic Plight of the Goddess Lyssa by Lotus Carroll

*crunch* *crunch*

*crunch* *crunch*

(silence)

(sirens in the background)
(horns from nearby traffic)

(you can close your eyes now, if it helps you imagine)

(stuck between tire treads)
(sparkling like magic)

Dreams: Fuck…

(end scene)

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents IconLost diamonds in a zirconia world; dreams tread upon.
It’s a magic realm this place called Love.
*crunch* *crunch*
(fade to dissolve)

Lovelorn Poet in San Francisco, CA: Satchel Paige Haiku

Missed Connections in the City of San Francisco

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? Satchel Paige Haiku

love

love

how the day is yours?
beam of life, my protector
loves chagrin vexes

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
– Satchel Paige

 

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