“San Pancho: 415 Til the Wheels Fall Off”

A woman walks down 24^th, turns right onto Balmy Alley, and pauses to flex at the Mission Makeover Mural.

Why does she smile when she lights her blunt?

It is style to explode like a flower.

Amor emerges as eternity.

San Pancho.

Saint of wild wolves.

On Twin Peaks, I look up at the midnight sky, but I must close my eyes to keep from falling.

You are full of wild wolves. I hear them howling.

I, too, am El Lobo, but I’m trying, trying really hard to be El Santo.

Like San Pancho.

I need a drink, a twelve-pack of beer and a bottle of Ta-Kill-Ya.

I’m thirsty.

I will not refuse even a shot of vinegar.

I will always be thirsty.

Something happened, something happened here in this beautiful place that not even the stars talk about it.

San Pancho, can you help them, too?

I sing to my ancestors for an answer.

Sometimes the night is brighter than the light.