michael’s on main

michael's on main

old yellow bulbs

strung up everywhere 

like big creamy shells

anthony is testing the mics

sings first line of

georgia on my mind

the edible starts to

kick in

michael's on main

MoM for short

mother of all the

greying folks in soquel

like that lady  blonde hair

sixty-somethin 

jeans and a t-shirt

makes an interpretive

dance at the bar

wonder if michael's

around today

michael was the name

of the guy 

i hooked up with

on the train last week

my mom would cry

MoM doesn't judge

though it's calm

and loves me anyway

his voice sounds pretty

singin like blue

rings comin

out of the mouths

of yellow halo light

angel-headed trumpets

geoooorgia, geooorgia

imagine lovin

just one place

so much you

make it a home

between the glowstick

notes of a song

that plays while

MoM gives you

a hug and says

'welcome home'

— June 2021, Santa Cruz, CA