St. Valentine's Day In San Francisco (more Mission Haiku)

ST. VALENTINE'S DAY IN SAN FRANCISCO (more Mission Haiku)


Happy Japanese
Guy dances and composes
Down 24th Street

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New red Camaro
Hangs a left because it can
Home for Mom today!

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Love Hurts


Couples walk their dogs
Hot capuccinos in hand
Kissing and dripping

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People think real hard
On this street days before pay
Men sell red roses

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Redondo

Sunday's best in Spring
Everyone's a flower post rain
Two men pass a can

Two men pass a can
Everyone's a flower post rain
Sunday best in Spring

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In Passing

Running man, tiny
Black shorts, holds stopwatch, lights past
Hip hop Adidas

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So many flowers today!
People pass dressed Sunday best
One's in love wear red

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Foreigners today
Walk slow past the church. Future
Artists in strollers

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Fast

Curly-haired guy eats
A banana, walks past old
Guy who looks like him

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Men with ice cream cones,
Chicharron: hard to believe
The blood on the streets

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Someone's looking. All
Think of it. The pregnant one
Rubbing her belly

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Yellow taxi takes
Or brings back home. MUNI bus
Just misses the hit

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"This Sucks"

Sweeping up the trash
On Valentine's Day, cute
Guy makes it an art

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On Harrison

The pelota man
Runs fast past Humphry Slocombe,
Heavy cart tinkling

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Humphry Slocombe sells
Jalapeño mango scoops
Same as man from cart

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Dogs bother the old
Woman dressed for church. Blond Grrrl
Doesn't apologize

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A single man sings
Drunkenly down the street
"AH-MERRY-KAH!" loud

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Oompah tuba sounds
From the taquería blare
Ranchera love songs

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Too many drunk guys
I think I'll go home to my
Dog tonight: True Love


2/14/10

* note: Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely poetic; but do let me know if you see yourself.

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Morning Mission Haiku

24th & Harrison


The man pushing cans
Order a single taco;
Gets half pound of meat.

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Grandma is sweeping
Front of Discolandia.
She does a good job.

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Bombed truck sprouts its paint
Everyone wants to get moved
By portable art.

12/4/08

More Morning Mission Haiku


Old hippie, balding,
Redoes ponytail string in
Record store window.

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Viejitos staring
At Homes For Homies wonder:
"Los de abajo!"

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Fluevog boots click past
Alcoholic Indian: high heels
Unheard since a boy.

12/5/08

Evening Mission Haiku


Mission palms inscribed,
The withered more than the rest:
Names of the dead.

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Christmas tree on roof,
A car loses gas, baby
Crying in the back.

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Blonde boy in a dress
Swings a tasteful handbag hard.
No money for poor.

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Drivers inch into
spots, legal or not. White car
in back, bumper stained.

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Old man wears old
Miners hat. Was that my ex
Driving down the street?!

More Mission Haiku


Lone quadriplegic
Man in a motorized chair
Wears his Santa hat.

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Double-parked for half
An hour, the man who lives there
Gets his spot at last.

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Late for work again
The pretty girl running past
Stops to brush her hair.

12/05
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Caged parakeets in
The Mission learn teknopop.
Moroccan men rock.

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December snowstorm
Strands tourists. Sunny all day
On 24th Street.

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Copal smoke weaves dead
Ancestors, sends messages
Across the faultlines.

12/06
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Danzantes dance on,
Keeping the calendar days
Sacred. People pass.

12/08/08

Mission Haiku

24th Street Haiku


Men in The Mission
Don't all walk alike. Each one's
Sole punctuation.


Monday After Thanksgiving


Pigeons flock over
24th Street. Released folk
Roll suitcases home.

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Some walk by, lonely,
Stared at; so many ways love
Discovers its trust.


5:03


Bus passengers pass
Weaving shadows as they walk;
Lone skater dares all.

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Girls sing down the street,
Dress darkly in uniform,
Silence in shadows.

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The Mission smells like
Meat in the late afternoon,
Frijoles at dawn.


In This Season


Lots of older men
Walk slowly with their head bent down:
Caracoles all.


12/1/08