oakland i miss you soooooooooo much (written october 30th 2010)

Hey Oakland, let’s go on a date. We can meet at MacArthur BART, and I promise I’ll already be a little drunk with a short tight dress on and destruction in my eyes. We can traipse down MLK, stammer and stutter and stumble from one party to another. Find friends, fuck friends, drink some more, sneak off to the bathroom to do some lines and fast sweaty sex while the band plays loud and drowsy my eyes – and it will be raining, and we’ll be leaving to somewhere else, anywhere else…Until it’s four am or it’s five am or it’s something am so we’re off to some bed somewhere, where the music is good and all the records are splayed across the floor like some otherworldly vinyl apocalypse. Until we can fuck again, and we can sleep again, and we can wake up four hours later and do it some more. Traipse off to Mama Buzz for breakfast at two pm, sleazy down streets and thrift shops and a couple more cigarettes. You and me Oakland, can’t you see that? Can’t we make that happen? And the flea markets, and the art shows, and me cradled in your West arms, like it used to be always. I would like to stumble through you every morning, stomp on you, walk up your spine and light on feet in your beautiful streets…