Pirandeed in a convo

of static SEA WEATHER

Clasped in stiff cotton

   with black zippers

     and headstrong rope torturers

   Playing the hand

No one was ever dealt

   a musket of Death 

A barrel of vermin

 A sesame bagel

With butter

Where are my fucking cigarettes?!

Sorry sir YOU QUIT

Not sorry

  Quitter!

Loser!

   3 time CON

Breaking your foot on a shopping cart

   While the world screams at you

To MOVE YOUR CAR

but no just 

Fucking around 

In a Fogbank

SF Summer is here!

WELCOME to the micro climate!

Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl?

Why they sell so many sweatshirts at

Fisherman's Wharf. 

My Granddad went to SF 

And all I got...