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
Just a sliver
in the deep
tattoos woven in
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 in water
Birds in zero gravity
Birds don’t need anything
I went to see you
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.