The Rose of No Man's Land

bioelectrical chemical beings, mask view,

gonna die intermittently distancing until 2025.

embrace the short now, hold the long now, 

soon your dreams will be dreaming you... 

spin your own orrery. venture from your hive.

the whole city is boarded up in plywood,

canvas calling for the paintbrush nose dive.

wilding with artists moiling on ladders,

level up from blame, expand and collapse

bringing it back to life. unshaken idle hands,

wild feathers emerging flowers drip. zip zap

the dark hair on the rose of no man’s land.

thanks, essentials… essential thanks!

melt weapons of war into art, bay murals of hope, 

beautify the boarded-up storefronts of Haight!