June 23, 2004

  • cheers to graduating.


    do pick up random
    notes on the ground from the bunny butter
    motorcycle gang, who want to park where they can
    "keep an eye on our bikes,"     while you're walking
    drunk from tasting
    five kinds of beers and choosing one
    that becomes spicy with the garlic fries--
    you can cheat
    by offering sips and tasting-shot-glass fulls to others--
    climb across the rail car stops
    and talk pictures and dance hip hop
    to the sounds of fire truck and tires on san franciscan streets
    under a random street light near the lights of the bay
    bridge and a bow and arrow sculpture
    with two friends who were strangers and who more
    likely than not will become strangers again in the years to come.