micheline

in a dream
i was walking
in "san francisco"

there were no tall buildings
there were no cable cars
i couldn't see alcatraz
but it was "san francisco"

there weren't many people
nobody was singing or dancing
they were just walking
like me

i used to see jack micheline
walking along in san francisco
i never saw him singing or dancing
or shouting his poetry

he was just walking
like me
i never saw him
with another person

i saw a barber shop
behind a fruit market
and i thought
"i never knew that was there"

i lit a cigarette
but it only burned
down one side