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)