Secret Agent
Missed Connection in City of San Francisco
Secret agent
Gentle handler, I’m exposed
Just daybreak naked, like that oldest night
Recruitment night
When we disrobed
Disclosures to a pair of candles–
The brightest shadows in the cold;
Secret agent
I’m so exposed, a frightened mole
(damn poet!)
Who burrows deeper
Dulls his claws–just rubs them raw
In harder earth;
(Secret agent
The training said to keep it quiet
Whisper-like
The velvet tongue
Uncovers truth)
Secret agent
I’m cutting contact
No more dead-drops, no more samizdat
I’ll burn the codes
Wear new disguises
Shop for clothes in different stores
Take on colder, foreign names
Hide my eyes with darker shades
Go to ground
Till daylight passes.
sx
One Year Ago: Missed Connection Athens, GA: Beckett Barista Jittery Joe’s
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
The poet sx posted a flurry of pieces to the San Fran missed connections last year and created quite an uproar (readers were either outspokenly for or against the use of the space for creative writings). While the messages did ultimately cease, I recently re-discovered this one about the Secret Agent. Hopefully your Friday night guise and disguise blends a perfectly alluring dose of fiction and reality.
