San Francisco
China
Town
Nestles
Catlike
On
Itself,
Breathing
Incense
In
And
Out
Of
Tiny
Shops.
Paper
Dragons
Wind
Among
The
Acrid
Smells
Of
Firework
Blessings,
Invocations
For
Prosperity
And
Luck,
Noise
To
Attract
The
Gods
Of
Fortune.
Roasted
Ducks,
Heat
Flayed
To
Terra
Cotta
Orange,
Hang
On
Display
In
Windows
Steamy
With
Exotica.
I’d
Like
To
Go
Back,
And
Find
My
Chinese
Army
Surplus
Hat
With
The
Red
Tin
Star,
Those
Handsome
Bowls,
Painted
Carp
Swimming
In
The
Bottom,
And
The
Journals
Wrapped
In
Silk,
Where
I recorded
Dreams.
I’d
Possess
Once
More
The
Sensation
Of
Paused,
Timeless,
Oriental
Mystery,
And
Hold
Again
Every
Thing
Else
I’ve
Lost
Along
The
Way,
From
There
To
Here.
China
Town
Nestles
Catlike
On
Itself,
Breathing
Incense
In
And
Out
Of
Tiny
Shops.
Paper
Dragons
Wind
Among
The
Acrid
Smells
Of
Firework
Blessings,
Invocations
For
Prosperity
And
Luck,
Noise
To
Attract
The
Gods
Of
Fortune.
Roasted
Ducks,
Heat
Flayed
To
Terra
Cotta
Orange,
Hang
On
Display
In
Windows
Steamy
With
Exotica.
I’d
Like
To
Go
Back,
And
Find
My
Chinese
Army
Surplus
Hat
With
The
Red
Tin
Star,
Those
Handsome
Bowls,
Painted
Carp
Swimming
In
The
Bottom,
And
The
Journals
Wrapped
In
Silk,
Where
I recorded
Dreams.
I’d
Possess
Once
More
The
Sensation
Of
Paused,
Timeless,
Oriental
Mystery,
And
Hold
Again
Every
Thing
Else
I’ve
Lost
Along
The
Way,
From
There
To
Here.
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