Happy Birthday Magictown

this barrel horse dashing homeward

dodging desert chollas,

this open ship

magnetically logging its way

up these dizzy foothills,

past salt traced highways

28 miles from Magictown

pardon me sayin so,

but glad to make your acquaintance

and please ask me no questions…

I offer here: my last 85c for some of your electric bowery wine?

here: my bearded poems across your windy whitewashed alleyways?

here: bribe your trainlingspirits to guide me across your floodgates

28 miles from Magictown

a profound distance

hovering over all the miles

this ship has seen,

till at last this cold bay gusting celebration

swings and rocks these blue yellow wharf shore lights

all the way back

3000 miles

to New York City

1973, I-80, SF