Excuse me, sir, but need an assist? I can see that you’re sitting around like a hang-dog watching the water recede from your porch like someone’s pulled the bathtub plug and it’s all going to shit. If you didn’t live so far out, maybe one of your neighbors could lend a hand. All I’ve got is an extra cold beer. Take it. Let’s say I have my own private stock. But what I really wish is that I had something stronger. Me? Like to drink whiskey on a couple of unsteady rocks.
Got that company logo on a blanket pulled around your shoulders. Fuck, this place stinks. Always has. Always will. Curious about what we’re drinking? It’s from one of those microbrews in Austin. Glad they didn’t get washed out, and hallelujah to that!
Still a guitar standing on your porch. Let’s call it the last Gibson standing. Back in the day, I stood on stage with a white python wrapped around my neck, draped like an ermine. Wore sequins up and down my velour pants, red and purple sparkles. Everyone was stoned out of their minds. No, didn’t come here for some benefit concert. FEMA workers running around with clipboards. Red Cross workers unfolding cots faster than you can say, Open Sesame. Ha!
You feel me? You play?
Mostly, I wanted to see if that marker in front of my old house got washed away. Curious, I guess. Whole thing had nothing to do with me, more like a way to rope in tourists. Called me a misfit. But what did they expect me to fit into, this stupid refining shit? You got that right. What we got on our hands is a Biblical flood. We need to build the Ark and sail away.
I like what you’re playing. Cool licks. Sounds like the rain and the wind having a hissy fit. Back where I came from, they’re celebrating the Summer of Love, and by all accounts, I think it’s the 50th anniversary. Glad I stopped by to cheer you up. Aw, let me give you a kiss. Are you dead or something? A bigger kiss. Take a little piece of my heart now baby.
September 2, Oakland Beast Crawl, The Good Hop, 2421 Telegraph Avenue, Oakland
September 9, San Francisco, Quiet Lightning, Candlestick Point SRA, 10am to 5pm: Literary mixtape readings by: Gracia Mwamba, Rich Baiocco, Lisa Piazza, Kimberly Gomes, Raina J. Leòn, Linda Michel-Cassidy, Tomas Moniz, Peter Kline, William Vlach, Lenore Weiss, Abbie Jeanne Amadio, Yael Hacohen, and Jill Bronfman!
September 16, Berkeley, Poetry Express, 1585 University Avenue, 7-9pm, Open Mic
October 14, Alameda, Frank Bette Art Center, 1601 Paru Street, with Nina Serrano, 7-9pm, Open Mic,
November 1, Osher Marin JCC, San Rafael, 200 N. San Pedro Road, with Rose Black and Andrena Zawinski, 1-3pm
November 12, Jewish Community Library, San Francisco, 1835 Ellis Street, 1:30pm