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.
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