Vesuvio Café

We were sitting at an upstairs table with martinis

  a window overlooked City Lights Books and a small alleyway

   there was a view of the bar below us, inside

I find you

    in the cracks

            of dreams

Just a sliver

           fleeting

              an echo

               in the deep

        to see

you

                again

            Remember

                      blue

   ravens

      and

            whiskey

   leather boots

   and denim

   the heart

   tattoos woven in

   like talismans

 You say

           nothing

           or

           never

 I say

      always

      and

      remember

Mission Bar – 1:30 AM

(buying a drink for Jack Spicer)

What is up with schizophrenia

        or the connection with the beyond?

Language is an exact abstraction,

             I didn’t write that

Birds fly

Birds in water

Birds in zero gravity

Birds don’t need anything

I went to see you

somewhere

somewhere is the place

where a jukebox becomes the sun

M.H. Lopez is a poet, editor, nature lover, and longtime resident of the Sunset district in San Francisco, California. He holds a B.A. in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University, and an MFA in Writing from the University of San Francisco. He is the founder of Lone Mountain Literary Magazine, and a co-editor at Mumber Literary Magazine.

Check out his IG page, mhlopez.poetry, to see his full list of previously published material.