MISSION STREET BLUES

there’s a swarm of bees meandering the streets of san francisco. there’s women in homicidal heels and men in nothing too special. everyone’s got their hoods up and their eyes high and it’s making me sad that no one seems to have the time to look around. this city is on fire, desperate for attention. it’s beautiful. these buildings have scars all over them and they’re the good kind of scars, but everyone is just pushing the stroller. everyone is just carrying the bag. everyone looks too damn preoccupied with the inside of their heads to realize that there is a living thing surrounding them. clockwork. there’s hipster girls and gay boys in pairs. there’s peacoats and taxis and bars filled to the brim with chewing faces, beautiful asian women, beards and yeah, a few too many pairs of judgmental eyes. lights everywhere.

and i miss denver. this city makes denver look like a bad comedian but god, i miss denver. i miss my friends. i miss my family. i miss denver’s crooked smile and her warm heart and the barcade and sixteen street and the mountains.

i’ve got the golden gate bridge and the bay and the city and the hills and the smell of sea salt in the air and all i want is to lay down in my mediocre bed with denver. i want to sit in my basement apartment and talk until three in the morning with my friends and i want to listen to the beatles on my record player.

“i bet it’s snowing in denver,” says francis, facetiously and i say,
“i hope so. i love the snow. i love my city that doesn’t have a barney’s and doesn’t have an apple store the size of steve job’s ego and i love that we were almost the ones who travelled to the end of the world, but stopped because we remembered that sometimes being land-locked just means you’ve got four walls around you. sometimes living in a square state means you know your boundaries. you know when to call it a night and just lay down in front of a fire with the door cracked open.

don’t get me wrong, francis, you’re great. really, you are. you’re by far the curviest girl i’ve ever met. you’ve got a way better personality than los angeles and you have beautiful buildings flowing through your veins. and yeah, you’re really god damn progressive. you’ve got your shit together. but you’re the dream, and i want the reality. i want to settle down. you’re kind of an indie marilyn and i’m looking for a jackie-o. that’s all.

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17 thoughts on “MISSION STREET BLUES

  1. I enjoy your words. Just be glad that the Mission district is not a hardcore warzone like its was for fourty years before the techies and hipsters gentrified it. Carefull walking down 24th street at night. Move swiftly through the streets. Don’t look like a mark. Some things never change. All the best. LUCENT IN TENEBRIS. A Frisco Native.

  2. I used to live in SF, the last time I went there it was a nostalgia trip on every corner, a presence somehow nourishing. I was walking through the Mission early on Easter morning, all was vacant, street cars lingering into the bells of Mission Dolores, river the sorrow, a crow on a wire eyed broken tamales on derelict streets. Mystical morning high mass spoken in sudden shrieks of a white breasted hawk nestled in the steeple. The city by the bay, the city of palm and juniper shade, all was quiet, thanks for bringing it back.

  3. Love your descriptions here and the honesty with which you write. I’ve never been to LA but now I have an idea of it. I have been to Denver and Estes Park and some places between the two. It’s a beautiful place. Man, i really enjoyed this part. “i love that we were almost the ones who travelled to the end of the world, but stopped because we remembered that sometimes being land-locked just means you’ve got four walls around you. sometimes living in a square state means you know your boundaries. you know when to call it a night and just lay down in front of a fire with the door cracked open.”

      • No, never the Stanley. I’ve worked at a summer camp out there at the base of Longs Peak and been around the town quite a bit. It’s a gorgeous area. What part of Denver are you from?

      • Littleton and Lakewood. You should stay at the Stanley if you ever get the chance. It was a great time. They have a haunted floor there that is always booked up for Halloween.

      • Littleton, nice. I have a couple friends from there, and I’ve been there a bit.

        Ya, I’ll keep that in mind. Hopefully my future paths include Estes Park. Is the haunted floor related to the Shining or is it something else?

      • It’s something else. Little known fact is that it was the made for TV movie The Shining that was filmed there. Stanley Kubrick’s was filmed somewhere else.

  4. Is this poetry or poetry? Good work, Brice.
    I like how you personified them and worked a bit on building the characters also.
    And the vote goes to how you climaxed the romantic tale of the cities with the eternal battle between wild and fun and adventurous girl and the promising and homely and peaceful girl.

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