On the sidewalk of Upper Terrace
trace my ascent
A stone sky a wing above feral
dwellers that thread skeins below on the plain
Reverb dust from the Fillmore across whisper wind park
in crashing parallel E strings
Take care, for
machine teeth gently crush pitch and yaw of cosmoses under clinking lights
I was trapped in an AT&T facility till the night action started
Amateur bands drunkened me
Can I grab a hit of any deal?
I paced from West César Chávez to the river aimlessly
(Never trust a bar where you can’t bring your gun)
Gender neutrality stops at the city line
And it’s going to stay hot, so try to hide
maybe in the museum where I could sit for an audio extravaganza
Hear that LBJ was truly folksy
And yes, maybe, who knows, now they regret the napalm
Andy Oram
October 4, 2020