light above blue
for purple hayes


                        hey man driving the carquinez straight
the c & h sugar plant to our left the bay to our right
o beauty               o treasure island
sf is loved like a bratty child

                        hey man i hate driving in the city
i loathe the traffic and us sutured to parking lots and garages
where is whitman in this mess
o california               o cars

                        hey man put the drive into words
the is of go

from the curlicues of silver exhaust
        and the pacific blue and cold
that sifts and combusts
the red fist of my heart