San Francisco – poems 2 die for

CHASING WEST

chasing the Sun
West is not
entirely
a great idea

after one hits the needle sharp
pyramid in the harbour
of the Saint
(where men
strong in
scarlet and gold
flatter to deceive)

and beyond this shoreline
the so wrongly named
peaceful ocean

chasing the Sun
hardly anything of peace
or beauty
to find
about this
wild plac

go with
the flow Kyle

trust
your instincts
at least
feel
your instincts

develop
an instinctual feel

imbibe your book
your sheets
swallow, digest
embody

then
throw away

run with what you
are good at
true to
is burning
inside you

play come
what may with
power
and way

release the huge
deluge of positive
carry
the day

they tried to grab
Christian McCaffrey
to give him
his award

but they
couldn’t catch him

couldn’t see him
he was moving so fast
one moment
on the fifty yard
line
the next in the end zone

where not blocking for
Brandon or Deebo
or taking a
catch before
firing booster jets

to win
the Superbowl
we are going to
need every
good witch
in the land
of Oz

get Brock’s arm
to perform miracles

carving up the Chief’s defence
like they
a basket

of loaves
and fished

or the blessed Saint Patrick
otherwise known
as Mahomes

to twist his wrist
stub his toe

will be the sign to
show him

Kansas going bye-bye
he ain’t in Kansas no more