San Francisco was created in part by a homeless jewish man.

After giving it some thought I have decided to publish in book form.

I just need a editor who likes poetry.

Keep your eyes up!

No tears in this.

The creepy thing


Interests of yours


Of forgotten dreams


And in the day


You are blind and


stupid


enough to drink wine


you wish life were


a party


full of laughing


but we all got


feel stupid.


The times you could


scream


Pain in the ass


falls away for a while


at imaginary places


where mermaids arrive


in the eyes of


sailors.

It happens.

Down the stairs..

So then,

She flew into a window


Just a darling with wings


Hardly a normal event


Not thought or anything


Nor a song she sang


There was a hole


and a dark place


she was the tower.

lady.


And that is all.

Suddenly there she is!

No burning ring here.

You can't go back in time, even with a time machine.