over recovery

the blinds pulled at last attempt. way too far and waking up to it. my first, the drunks warm embrace. hanging on to this morning, an uphill battle, i ran and nearly lost it atop the hill. the rains burned off and its as clear as I've ever seen it. the city from here, ghosted grey, that old concretes. buildings everything but built bright. too common, the use of pitter patterns. lulling all in with word play. fuck it, last nite was awkward. a misjudgement once again. eased back and laughed through it to make the best. another shot at regression if i wanted it. not above, but beyond it. a long embrace tells another story.  never know where the other is. we ate well, we drank better and caught up with what the fuck is going on between our own amongsters. caught midnight with a curb side and smashed bottle, the sound of the bus as it hissed off into the mission night, a crept photo from the middle two stripes. i walk the thinnest line. three and always. i came home below the speed limit, watching the fog-over. its silent dispatched attempt at ruing another night failed. came home to rivers pouring down the hill that is my street, kicked thru the puddled and welcome the wander, hell, chris just split too. camby's on fire.

in case the mission. its not for me. brown jacketed with red hood, a glued shut pocket and a shard of glass stuck my finger. counting the consequences of time to figure the loss/lost. birds are humming with cool cool air. the sun, up, reflecting off the camdenest of streets, localism, blatant and i haven't grocery shopped in weeks. lost is only the brilliant side of another new beginning. that long embrace that ended in.