Ecce Homo & Brown by Promise

poppyflower sidewalk crag underfoot
below 1920s brick apartments
a baby wails in an un-
airconditioned car
outside bark dogs to inside
whimpers

turning things over between fingers-
eyes avoided
beetles devour bleeding hunks
of leaf meat
while down-induced youth
nod in heatwarp

in a yellowed t-shirt
& blood drips beaded
(crown-like)
across a salty forehead
this is not

san francisco
somewhere near here
you used to hear a saxophone
no exit
in the heat
no exit
in the cold

no period in mourning
when the leaves fall

everyone from the sixth
floor down
wakes in june
& extends shaking arms
to the sun