The Girl Who Laughed Like Unmortared Brick

There once was a contestant
hair like laughing gas

sadly loved a girl so beautiful
she brought clouds down to the tree tops

sad, his not knowing just up the hill,
in the swirling underbrush of Sutro forest,
she shared her Ravenswood with winos

unfurled her Cole Valley wings
into slack coffee scenes; found a kind of meaning
in the arithmetic of boredom over lattes.