San Francisco

Cool clean air and remnants of the past line the avenues.

Cafés on every other corner, magic spent with a love that’s true.

Loves, lives long lost – extinct.

Enveloped in the winding hills,

Entranced by hazy blue skies,

Could use another week (a month, a year) away,

Lost in the city by the bay.


Ode to Cigarettes

No regrets,

although, I have to let you go,

We’ve been together since …16?



wild young thing,

and you holding me,

caressing the night air like silk.

Every time we’re together



choke on nothing,

head light,

s p i n n i n g,

Don’t cry my dear,

this is our sweet end.