Why do the hills climb as they do
freckled with buildings and beings
co-existing in a not-so-symbiotic
entropy?
Evy
she had the entropy symbol tattooed on her arm
told me that the nature of life was chaos
But I didn’t think it would play out like this
that entropy, the damned thing
would take her
that we could no longer exist in our
hill-climbing, blissful togetherness
our chaos is peace and
accepting impermanence means enlightenment
way of thinking
the east-meets-western hippie
ideology
that’s so easy to follow
until entropy runs its course
I moved to San Francisco because I loved climbing hills
but some don’t
because their feet don’t have arches
or their toenails are ingrown
or their lungs like smoking because someone told me
smoking is fun
or the view from the top is just too dizzying
Because these hills
they climb toward uncertainty
look down over the edge and you think
I really am just too small to matter in it all
and the only thing certain is death
and that the city takes its subjects
into it’s own gaping wounds
saying, society
you made me
you created the system that breeds violence
you humans with your sentiments and
disconnects
you tree hugging pavement creators
the irony of your policies that
killed the girl
with the entropy symbol
tattoed on her
And she was right
house hunting in the Sunset before she died
didn’t get the chance to walk the hills that climb
But they climb as they do
upwards towards aliens and I’m
hopeful about angels
and foot arches for everyone and
lungs that can withstand a lifetime of
cigarette smoke
and hordes of impermanence-loving
zen monks
who say alas!
from their little caves
the nature of life is chaos
and it’ll take you before you’re ready
or maybe right when close your eyes
forever because you just can’t take the
entropy
any longer
So onward to better hills
in bluer skies
that climb toward
fluffy American spirit clouds as
aliens and angels traipse on by
Where we come to accept entropy
because it’s certainly better than order
for who wants to stand in line
or cry one single
tear
at
a
time
or drink wine made in
perfectly aligned vats
never trodded on by arched
or arch-less feet
or live in suburbia where the houses are the same color
and chaos has no room to breed
because order has taken over everything
And so though entropy haunts me
order does even more and
Evy would agree
Floating on her fluffy American spirit cloud
where aliens and angels traipse on by
and I try to remember what life was like
without her