Portland

Sea sick Portland

in the quite early morning

& this city just sits

 

Filled with dharma bums

(blankets over heads on Congress)

coffee shops & rubbish trucks

used bookstores with beatnik junkies

 

Angel-headed hipsters, come home

Where are you, starry dynamo?

 

Cradled brick streets scream restless

crazy old man: "genocidal & racist"

while park children chase pigeons

 

Portland, you look good in vintage

(I won't hold it against you either)