The annual Stranger Valentine’s edition is a lovely tradition filled with sincerity and exhibitionism and lots of other things that create warm feelings. While everybody is feeling mushy, CHS has some big love for Capitol Hill — but we’d like you to put it into words.
Starting today at noon through noon Valentine’s Day, CHS will donate $2 to worthy cause Queer Youth Space for every Capitol Hill love note added in the comments on this post.
All you have to do is leave a comment professing your love for a Capitol Hill person, place or thing. It can be short. Because it pertains to love, it must contain one rhyme. Come Thursday noon, we’ll tally up your sweet totals and cut a special Valentine’s check.
Capitol Hill love notes 2013 official rules
- Comments must be added to this post before 12 PM Thursday, February 14, 2013
- Your love note must contain a rhyme! We’ll be auditing!
- Automated means of adding content, repeated content, or other actions deemed not in the romantic spirit of lovey dovey Valentine’s will render entries invalid!
- CHS not responsible for technical outages, site availability!
- Exclamation!
I see you, Cap Hill homo.
Strutting down Pike, so slow
I would just like you to know
that you spark my libido.
<3
Roses are red,
Poppies are orange,
…dammit
When I’m feeling gloomy
When I’m in a fog
I switch to feeling bloomy
At Coffee Analog.
I see you too, cute queer
with that smile so dear
we could stop in here
and have coffee, or a beer? ;)
Hick is the new Hip
The Capitol Hill chick
Black lace, I’m on my face
With a back bill and a popped pill
Girls so edgy they fall off the hill
I will love you forever
my Union Arms
With your haunted hallways
And old hotel charms.
Yea, Capitol Hill you might smell
‘cuz people can’t hold their booze well
but despite all the vomit
outside of the Comet
you leave me good stories to tell
Hopvine has a lot of brews
Liberty sells a lot of booze
Ladro’s quiches are real good too
15th Ave, I love you
There’s plenty of coffee on the hill
Vita, Vivace, Stumptown, still
The only place I want to go
Is to the hot baristas at Pettirosso
With my hair all a mess and my little black dog in tow it’s down to Broadway that we go.
He stares and I smile at all that we pass, but hurry little dog I need my ‘gas’.
Off to see Miss Mo Mo we go for the best cup of coffee I have ever known!
Thanks TNT for the coffee and dog treats, all your staff is super neat!
Clearly, some of these are $3 rhymes!
cap hill fashion
my, you’re so smashin’
(beauty should never be rationed)
I first fell in love with you
When I saw your queer cut, that sexy new ‘do.
with a shaved side,
pierced nose,
and black skinnes,
for dayzzz.
good thing… I am poly too. <3
Whenever our hearts need a fill, we head to Capitol Hill.
So Kyle Rapiñan
asked me to write a poem
He’s great, so I did.
Kyle is a queer kid.
For years his fears he always hid,
but then he pulled away his lid,
and he’s so happy that he did.
Twice Told Tales sold books, not entirely.
Before that location had to retirely.
It’s on Harvard, but too far to see,
for those waiting (and waiting) for Bus 43.
The change in the nabe may prove to be worth it,
Verdict is out. Light Rail shall birth it.
Friday nights at the Cuff
I must concede
are never enough
to satisfy my need.
There is a law student named Kyle
And he has an adorable smile
He is a QPOC
and his politics rock
he’s the best guy I’ve met in a while!
This haiku does not
rhyme, but it does support queer
youth space, Seattle.
They like chocolate, purple
batman and egg tosses
I’m one one lucky gal
No finger crosses!
Living in the Biltmore.
Walking everywhere I needed to be.
Vivace!
Seeing the mountains,
always makes me happy.
Art at the Frye,
always catching my eye.
Capitol Hill is unrecognizable to me now.
But will live in my heart forever.
I was there the day they moved into Queer Youth Space
The first thing I noticed
was that its location
seems somewhat lodged amongst a million other things
I think of it as holding itself
like a bracket within a sentence
(within a web of other words, caught)
It is an after thought
That deserves its own space
you make me
someone else
the story of my day
is a sentence
for others
for you
a novel
i see you
my brow unforrows
i stand tall
i won’t fall
i cant stop
smiling
i feel like im trying to
jump jump jump
out of myself
everything
you are everything
i see i hear i love
your everything
just stay
please
will you?
dear fellow brown queers
helping me thrive despite my fears
living past seclusion
and not interested in inclusion
not buying into the homogenization
and the ongoing colonialization
of our people by our nation.
Showcased and glistening
How am I supposed to choose only one treat?
You drain my wallet, but fill my heart
Rainshadow Meat
If I say I love you here
On this website you hold dear
Will you, at last, lend an ear?
When I met you by Volunteer park
Up on 14th, after dark
My heart, a spark
did sear.
There is this sweet person, I think he’s the best
His name is Alex West
We first met for coffee on Capitol Hill
and still to this day he can give me a thrill
Hedgetrimmer gin, hedgetrimmer gin
The lickable liquor with botanics within;
My liver’s love is true to you
Darling sun liquor’s edge-dimmer gin.
Up on Cap Hill
You can find thrills
They sure are fun
and have some rum
Dear Yogurtland on Broadway
I think it’s rather funny
That I spent 72 cents on dessert last night
Just how do you make money?
Oh Fountain, great Fountain
Standing proud midst the insane
We come to your space for a moment of chill
A capstone of beauty in the Heart of the Hill
Oh my gosh, we’re getting romantical!
Dear Capitol Hill,
I remember when
I could get my queer fill
from walking through your streets.
but lately, so many straights there have been.
And then along came Queer Youth Space,
to give me hope and accomlish great feats!
I sure do love that amazing place!
I see you all over this city
My queer dear I think you’re so pretty
I wish it could last,
this love that’s now past,
So for now I’ll just type out this ditty.
Jewlz Miraj You Stole My Heart,
Instantly with a Spoon in the Dark.
Listening to I Think I Love You at 5AM Sharp.
Learning to Believe in Me, Always
In even the Darkest Parts.
A Beauty Like Yours is One of a Kind
Never Would I Believe, You’d Be My Bellevue Avenue Valentine.
They drive from afar to crowd your bars
Crossing the bridges in Japanese cars
Fedoras and scarves the hipsters adorn
and flee to Bellevue upon the morn
It’s true, I live in Oakland now,
but Capitol Hill, Seattle taught me how
to be the queer faggy femme
that I truly am.
Gonna toke some doob and marry a dude
Thanks to Seattle’s progressive attitude
But wait, don’t hate, it’s the whole State?
Great!
The day is about love,
and I give you a dove.
You’re gorgeous and sweet,
And I think you’re neat.
Take care and have fun,
Because you are the one!
oxoxox
A gaze from afar,
Contemplating, pulse pacing,
Walking forwards; hi.
B&O is gone
Bahaus is on it’s way
I hope it will be long
before there is a day
when all the charm is lost.
Dear random bachelorette party at the gay bar
With hidden nalgenes full of booze
I love the glitter in your hair
Please don’t vomit on my shoes
Dear Bleu
I miss you too…
Remember when everyone thought we were trying to send queer kids into space?
No, no, you sillies, we were just trying to carve out a place.
Where tiny queer babes could thrive,
And it wouldn’t be so hard to just survive.
QYS, you have my love.
Now go and hand out some more gloves.
xoxoxo
Before it was mostly all QFC,
The Broadway Market was a great place to be.
Oh Capitol Hill, I miss you so.
You’re the center of the Universe, that’s fo’ sho’.
People feeling comfortable to be their kick-ass selves,
A neighborhood with everything, no need to go anywhere else.
Traveling around the world, wonders do I see,
But I’m happy that you’re waiting back at home for me.
Dear El Diablo dessert at Tango
You know how I feel
A spiced cocoa twist
Once graced my lips
The night we shared was real
Roses are red,
The sky, it is gray
But no matter how cloudy,
You brighten my day.
Dear doorman at the random underground hipster event
Who noticed that my name was not on the list
Thank you for letting me inside to use your bathroom
I don’t know where else I would have pissed
Pike Pine Triangle.
Although you may be gritty
and a little bit dirty
I still enjoy spending time here
and think your really perty!
The food at Monsoon
makes me swoon
A stand no bigger than a pimple
Caused much rejoicing and cheeks-a-dimple
Hundreds cried as it’s gentrified
We miss you Thai Curry Simple!
Here is a note,
I’m sure Capitol Hill’s aware
A comment I wrote,
to show that I care.
The Honey Hole has food for my soul.
The toys from Babeland mean I never have a free hand.
Delicious scents they waft
To permeate apartment, office, and loft
What aroma could be so pleasin’?
Why, it’s brewin’ time at The Elysian!
Dear favorite friend crush
how I miss your dear face!
Thanks for always being there to witness me blush,
even when its through just internet space.
Someday soon I’ll see you again and I’ll rush
to give you a giant hug!
Capitol Hill, you make me go yay
And this is because you’re so very gay
Although it’s ok, I’m certainly not gay
and The Hill is queer central, old-school.
For those of us straight, who are lacking a date
Can we please borrow some of your cool?
I never realized it would be so cruel
to move to Ballard and away from Fuel.
When a carnivore has to eat
He can simply take a seat
And eat a feast
of cured roast beast
Cure knows a guy wants meat.
you’re a sweet kid who has taken me slowly
so it is time to cook you gnocci.
where do we want to live and die
here on the hill, where the city is high.
Beloved Rachel’s Ginger Beer
How I miss you; I shed a tear
when I left the Hill…
but in April I’ll visit and drink my fill!
I miss my HillCat
I miss Unicorn corn dogs
I miss Skillet bacon jam
I miss sunny days in Cal Anderson park
I miss sunsets from Volunteer water tower
I miss bacon and egg sandwiches from HomeGrown
I miss Chop Suey
Seattle hot dogs late at night
tequila drinks at the Saint
people watching on Broadway
New Year’s Eve fireworks from the top of the Hill
Taco Gringos
P-patches
home….
I miss all that…
…and so much more.
I’ll visit soon
If all too briefly
You stole my heart, Capitol Hill,
and I’ll never be quite the same.
I’ve got more than a few pounds to lose
Enjoyed pastries from here to Toulouse
Scarfed down Royale Cupcakes
Devoured Crumble and Flake
but I adore the Wandering Goose
Capitol Hill is great for…
…It’s never a bore!
So long ago when we first met
That I very nearly forget
Just a few blocks from Pine
You were eight and I nine
Quite queer but not knowing it yet
I so love you matt
despite that we are now fat
you still make me laugh
you’ve been compared to flying rats
sometimes you poop on hipster’s hats
you’re the ultimate photobombers
i give you frenchfries because they are nom-ers
Hey queers
I’m here
To help you get dollars
Holler
<3 you
like glue
oh jimmy hendrix with your guitar,
your foul posture beckons them from afar,
drunken hipsters who mount your lap,
giving me a heart attack,
they put cigarettes inside your mouth,
if that were me i’d surely ralph.
rancho bravo, what’s in your food?
what makes it taste so fucking good?
your tamales are my kryptonite,
I’m not going to sleep tonight.
your pinapple juice, oh hot damn.
it’s better than a christmas ham.
i hope you know i love you so,
and never ever ever go.
Cap Hill
The Home
Of
Queer Youth Space
That
No one
Can replace
The only
Radical queer youth space
Youth led
Pink & black
Who can beat that?
I f*cking love you XD
To Capitol Hill,
You were my first encounter with the queer and alternative race,
I was just 16, clueless, closeted, and in a small town daze,
But somehow I felt oddly at home in this fairly-odd place.
Now I’m 34 and your streets are old hat
But way back then I am more than certain that
Though I dug your style, your peeps, and your pace…
I would have loved you more had you had a Queer Youth Space.
Love+
KORU ll I love with its pace
The revolution could be fun
Queer all the things for everyone
your neighbors banged on your left wall
to stop the moans audible through the hall,
but we didn’t care, they didn’t dare
to actually knock on the door.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
you are so very brave, strong, and beloved,
I LOVE YOU
The Crow of Seattle makes so much news/
Not as much as West Seattle but still pulls through/
From cars on fire to butter knife stabbings/
to barking dogs and protestors galavanting/
On the Hill there is so much to do/
If your talking about it, than the crow is too/
When the film crews come, he’ll caw, caw, caw/
From a word, to a scoop, he’ll chase them off/
And if your waiting for a report, it will break very soon/
The Crow of Seattle makes so much news/
Thanks to you dear Babeland,
I rarely, ever just use my hand.
The servers at Remedy Teas
Make me feel like a bit of a sleaze.
Their teas are delicious,
My stares surreptitious,
Drop me your digits, oh please?
when i am feeling aimless and blue, the smell of ink
washes over me. my cheeks pink,
flushing with imagination at all i could learn and be
when i finish these books, the poetry and theory
as i browse the feminist titles i lock eyes with a cutie across the way
i’m intrigued by your feminist mystique— let’s talk audre lorde over a latte?
On the hill here
we never fear
we fall in love
and we rise above
Oh Capitol..
With your condos and control of
my looks with your sideways judging glances
through horn rimmed glasses..
flannel under hoodie
you resist my urge to umbrella
Your wet unkempt hair.
Falling over your face while we look for parking
or make out behind Neumos, on the corner by Boom or
under those fucking horrific monstrosity yuppie condos that canceled out the old LGBT Center
where you might have first fingered me in the bathroom
but I’m not sure.
Because I think that maybe Butch Queen erased my memory.
Or that affair with the other CPH … where they made me speak in word-swallow Danish.
But you welcomed me back with open arms
when it didn’t work out with him.
And f*@&)(@$ you ..
For pricing us out of that dingy Union Plaza apartment.
That wasn’t really a shit-hole, just basic, even if our landlord was a d-bag slumlord who always propositioned me for sex
when rent was due
while I was still “dating” you
in the back alley
behind
Charlie’s.
I wish you hadn’t changed and forced me out
to Fremont
But I still love that feeling
of being inside you even when
you judge me
stupidly.
like every day.
because I’m not cool, or queer enough for you anymore.
But you know.
I’m still in you so.
Lets just ponder that, while we go back
to making out on Friday nights
.. in hoodies and rain.
Searching for parking again waiting
for you to return my texts
in crosswalks
with cupcakes.
Since I live in North Seattle
I rarely brave the traffic battle
But every time I hit the hill
I understand your brand of thrill
I’ll show a lazy comment face
To give two bucks to queer youth space
Rainbow street,
On weekends we’d meet
Next to Bailey Coy.
Oh, what a joy
When young I’d visit the hood
And dream of becoming big scene.
Look here
stylish genderqueer
Rep real and feel
diverse and free, be what I see.
I love our streets and
Rainbow feet, we fight to be free
In the city of rain and sea.
I ran into Seattle a few times,
usually on the road, Capitol hill times,
had a couple biscuits and gravy, vegan-
loved it so much, got towed into coming back-
had some vegan cake, by the way
Globe Cafe, I’ll keep comin’ back…
I love to take my kid to Cal Anderson Park
even in the afternoon dark.
it’s real, your power.
i dream of spending whole days in your tower –
watching the sun rise and set over incredible mountains
that dwarf everything
except the way that you make my heart quake,
how much wider my smile is when it’s for you,
how good it feels when i cry because it is so bright outside
and so warm here.
Soft spoken, yet brilliant
What a cute little newsboy cap you have on
You prefer tea over coffee
Take me out
12th and Pine
Sweet friend of mine
I’ll love you through all the years
Oh I’d rather not sit and reflect
How my soul would have felt the neglect
Sure, the schooling was great
But not to hate was innate
So Queer Youth, here’s 2 bucks to collect!
Pony:
Your screens so full of pumping cock,
No bathrooms but Men’s and Boys’
And as I sip my on the rocks, I see the queers filling in.
Laughing and hollering.
I realize the party’s just starting.
to the queerlings
and gaybies
yall are fly
and you can reach the sky
okay bye
:D
I love your trees’ shudder and all the ripped knees pulsing,
the way the sun moves right through you,
peaks between square buildings,
so many pups, fuss and dialogue to drown in,
so many times I wished for you and away,
while the jeans keep getting tighter,
though the sky is not much brighter
together–I hope we stay.
In the morning we will awake, drenched in red.
18 years ago at ReBar we met,
Would I do it all again my love?
You bet!
my dear valentine
twenty-five years you’re mine
bills off broadway
sent us on our way
i love you just as much today
Thoughts of you stick with me
Like gum on my shoe
I wanna take you to the Egyption
And put on the moves
Here, Mr. Hendrix, have a J
I rolled one for you this Valentine’s Day
When my derailleur is acting funny
I go get it fixed at 20/20
The subject line says it all. I love you Tacos Chukis, with all of my heart. I have searched the Seattle world over for tacos like yours only to find myself disappointed again and again. I had almost given up on tacos, when a friend fixed me up with you. You had me at Tacos! Much love and see you tomorrow.
Rancho Bravo, it’s to you we stumble.
Always glad you get our drunk mumble.
All us freaks and hippies will think you are a butt-head
If you park at Central Co-op but shop at Trader Joe’s instead
We studied in Victrola until our parking was expired
I shared my paper with you when you had none, you did admit
As always, thought I needed a triple but instead was left quite wired
Also I meant to tell you that I really liked your outfit.
So we washed it down with Mario’s, I bought you a meaty slice,
And in return I got a cupcake, I was enamored with the sprinkles
I hope you know I wish sometimes such gestures had no price
I hope we can be friends like friendship that forever twinkles
Some say The Amherst
is The Worst
But no pity for shitty,
I can walk to quench my thirst.
When I wake, it is you that I crave.
Longing comes over me like a wave.
You are soft and tender and sweet.
The taste of you makes me complete.
I savor you as you touch my lips,
Drinking in your aroma with slow sips.
As I hold you gently in my hand,
I want it to echo across the land
That like any other you are not.
I love you, pink rainbow donut from Top Pot.
If you have nineteen dollars extra,
The Needle view will really getcha.
Folks take their guests from out of town
To see the hills and lake and Sound.
But if I had the yelling power
I’d bellow “Volunteer Park tower!”
Then use that extra twenty bucks
To get something that doesn’t suck. Or that does. Depending on what you want.
lets eat at rancho bravo
then chillax at qys
i heart jude watson
On your knees
Back by the trees
Volunteer Park
Never fails to please
There’s just so much that I crave
Spicy Pork and Kalbi Beef are my fave
Oh how much I love you Marination
I make excuses to swing by the station.
Oh I’d rather not sit and reflect
My soul’s destiny with such neglect
Sure, academics were great
But we learned not to hate
Cheers to Lowell, here’s 2 bucks to collect!
No Valentine for me
Why am I put through this misery?
Will I have to make love to a statue?
Someone please show me how-to
It’s okay, Capitol hill is here to say
You’re not alone, okay?!
Too the window to the wall
It’s loves surrenders all
Tuesday night hotdog guy,
You always remember me.
Veggie dog with kraut, you know what I’m about.
Our meetings were meant to be.
Do you love me?
The question in which my mouth could not say
because the atrocious sound of my beating heart became wobbly
in your hands up to this very day.
Capitol hill, oh yes, lots to mention.
Almost afraid to list.. Yup, apprehension.
Regardless, oh how my heart’ll race
at the door of the queer youth space.
Capitol Hill Seattle, you wonderful blog,
More seemly, more local than neighbor the SLOG,
You promote my notices about stuff in the ‘hood,
Show them to more eyes than I ever could.
You’re here for the fire, the flood and the snow,
I’m always amazed at the places you go.
Chief…. You are my absolute everything! I never imagined anyone who could make me so incredibly happy… I cannot wait to be your wife, and for you to be mine… My perfect, PERFECT Valentine!!! I love you! Me!
I’m scary and bearded,
But CapHill, no fearded
When, ago, a year did
I come to be weirded.
victrola, vivace we get you twice.
stumptown too, is a double vice.
for coffee, I choose a new location anytime,
but for queer youth they tried to say: isn’t that one place for you just fine?
nope!
<3 QYS
the views off your back of the lake sound and sky,
they’re so pretty i cry
dear capital hill boy
i am your toy
this valentine’s day
we can play
My love for Volunteer Park, whilst random, is not a mere lark
the dahlias and crows, the conservatory knows
frolicking with my dog leaves it’s mark
Oh Anna,
I Love to watch you eat bananas.
Its TRUE!!!!
The way you peel the skin.
To watch your mouth dig in.
Makes me hot inside.
Fills me with Gay LOVE Pride.
To watch your pretty face
makes my heart still race.
Happy Day of LOVE
You big Gay wad!
We met, fell in love, said “I will”,
and I moved with her up to the Hill.
It’s been a good life
of high times and strife
but K, you know I love you still.
Kyle is cute
Prisons & cops are not.
He’ll help all his clients not get caught.
Capitol Hill, the home to Black Coffee
when I’m on the bus, I hop offee
I stop in for a beer, chat with anarchists and queers
about Revolution and Muammar Gaddafi
To all of you who face adversity
the criticism of society
read my words, listen to me
I offer up this humble plea:
We all are beautiful, we’re on the same team
as MLK Jr. proclaimed, have this dream:
A world where love for another is not “wrong”
A world where all of us can get along.
I am so proud to make our family official. March 4th is the day that I give you my whole heart for life. Being married to you is the best Valentines gift a girl could ever ask for. I love and adore your face!
Weary reading law book cases
I never see any other faces
Hours spent in highlighting, briefing
Outlining, arguing, driving, weeping
My brain feels more than a bit like mush
And chattering undergrads are told to HUSH
I’m trying to memorize complicated stuff
I speak on easements, res ipse loquitur… (it’s a bluff)
Easements, injunctions, 12 b 6′s
Torts, Property, Civ Pro- It mixes!
And to top it off, I don’t know how I’m doing
Until the final exam I just have to keep stewing
But despite the work, lack of time and lack of friend’s
I know it will be worth it when it ends
Because you and I will be a powerhouse team
I’ll have the money and you’ll have the dream
And between us two there’s a verbal contract
When we’re with each other there’s no need to act
I love you when you’re stressed out, pissed off, and moody
You feel the same for me (and you have much bitchier duty)
And to conclude this semi-legal memo
I’ll provide a relationship demo
Even though neither of us has any time
We love each other enough to waste some on a rhyme
That’s the kind of relationship that matters
One that’s reliable, caring, and sometimes flatters.
Roses are red, violets are blue;
Be who you are, I love you for you.
Soon will be spring, the flowers a’bloomin’;
Be kind to your neighbors, ’cause we’re all human.
I had the best 20′s and early 30′s thanks to Cap Hill
Xxxooo
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Valentine’s day is for everyone
Queers, straights and you too.
Drunk at 1am, we lumber
To Rancho Bravo’s plunder
Of burritos, sublimely greasy
Quesadilla rich and cheesy
Jaurito’s to wet my desire
Set my beefy heart on fire
Lovers share with one another
And neither suffers a hangover
Hippy slippy trippy dimpsters riding around on your pimped out fixed gears chillin and wheelin at the bar no car from home you roam alone in a pack on your back king of beat up hill streets
A sunflower is yellow and so is a posie, I am so lucky to have a friend named Rosie! Happy Valentines Day.
Saturday mornings I reluctantly awake
All puffy and tired, I’m way too hungover!
Late night festivities, yes I did make
What the heck happened? I did not go to bed sober!
I check my reciepts to go back in time
Can someone please tell me where I spent my last dime?
The memories flood back with a big fat HA HA
How could I forget, it’s always the CHA CHA!!
at last a trophy has been won
in the contest for the gayest pun….
rancho bravo, you may not be nutritious
but your burritos are clearly the most delicious
i wanted somebody to blow me
so i headed on over to pony
had several beers
with hot sexy queers
but too many drinks leave me groaning!
Whenever my heart goes j-pitter-patter
I must be near that ol’ jseattle!
Long Hair
Don’t Care
I just came out last year, at 29
Queer and poly, it’s so divine
Throw kink in there, don’t you grouse
Just bought a fox tail at the Dog House
Oh CHS, how you bring a thrill
To all events on Capitol Hill.
Whether covering fashion or food
I’m always in the mood
for your sweet brand of love!
I put on my shoes for the Cuff
looking is just never enough
I bring em back home
and love ‘em til morn
Cap Hill has the bestest to love
Cal Anderson and your goofy smile
Little urban park of my heart
Ridiculous urban dude of my dreams
For you, I’d go many an extra mile.
Glad for the Hill
Across the mountains.
A few QYS youth;
Barely met you,
But love the fb posts
And won’t forget you!
dear valentine,
please be mine
though the atmosphere is lacking,
the nachos are sublime.
we could split a plate
if we were on a date.
i’m looking for a good excuse
to tell you how i feel
i guess now that it’s valentine’s day
i’ll spill it all, for real(z)
my friends, i think you’re super fly
you make me smile and laugh
when capitalism says: buy, buy, buy
we turn around and smash!
I I love my Piston and Ring!
With D&H, SKL, and the GeBA!
It makes my heart sing
To sit under Plum and La Spiga.
It was on your street
Where 15th and Republican meet
I met a girl oh so sweet
Especially under my bed sheet.
I packed my bags long ago,
pre-light.
I miss the Hill so much,
especially night.
It’s lonely here up north,
such a timeless plight.
But it’s not gonna be a long, long time,
til light rail brings me ’round again.
I’ll find I’m not who I am at home,
Oh no, no, no, I’m a rocket man.
A thrill by any other name is not a hill.
Arose, this arose, this arose
As a Capitol ole Jill.
Queer wears glasses
What a babely scientist
Spins their centrifuge
Restaurants and bars, in Capitol Hill, I dabble.
But my favorite spot is a friend’s place where we like to play Scrabble.
Coco Yum Yum,
It’s a bit scary down here
as we float in the ever changing abyss
with nothin more than my pretty swirly tail
and your sweet sweet love, my snake, as a guide
where,so far,we seem to both gratefully exhale.
xoxo
Aunque pues no venden tacos
Ni de pato ni de pavo,
Sigue siendo bien chingona
La comida de Rancho Bravo
All of our flaws
on and on
and on and on
take them out
up and up
and out and out
planted in the spring
uncovered in the fall
plant them again
next spring
come home
to more
Word bird