Mongo Notes

 Tonight! Baton down your hatch-ed city dome
the tempest rattles slick below your sill and between
the seams of happy homes, without invitation or effort,
uprooting naked buds and tall oaks alike, without the mind peace
sold in cozy bubble-wrap suburban dreams with foundations unquestioned.

There is no wrought iron safe keeping
Nor cuddled Pinkerton to insure amens
But equal chaos in the skinny, fat districts, and the fat-skinny too.
This is city living, chaotic San Francisco, on the abysmal edge of water and wind and nothing