to jack -- a fever-induced shot in the dark.
a half moon slung in the black night canopy of stars and cigarette smoke
drifting heavenbound with the sounds of sunday and thoughts of monday.
hello, moon.
hello, margot.
what have you been up to today?
the blue light of another haight morning casts a spell on us both.
witches brew.
time lingers and slows to a halt as we scour
the sheets, streets, and stalls
produce. juicy fruits. black berries and nuts.
j j the pusherman digusts the impatient pedestrian people
in front of the great let's go to the bibliotech and boogie
with vonnegut and palahniuk.
armed with beats swaying in street
a platinum prelude to the olympic noodle opus
we go together like legs and feet
explosive expressions and laughter wider than wide
defenseless to the tactile tactics we both climb inside
the vast universe on our corner of the weekend.
not much, you know, same old, same old. you?
By Margot
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