You start with ever shade of dusk
your home to characters of every
my eyes see you phantasmal a plenty
your lights shine some hallucinating facade
your neighbor hoods illustrate wince to the nation
Haight-Ashbury set back over the city
your a distant touristy reminder of
your hippie past wearing mock tie-dyes
western winds sweeping bewitching fog over
your hills laying comfortably like breast reaching
for the sky Telegraph Hill Russian Hill Nob Hill
Mission stands in deep depiction of a pill
your lifeline lengthy of ups and downs
your never weary of baring wholly
my eyes see busy bustling days
drunk horny dirty nights
keep up the buffet of life
Castro your sooooo GAY
your streets are neat and pretty
your smell is of marijuana and rosemary
I see one of a kind
your numb to societies standards
you enjoy mockery of generics
Downtown you shadow your city
sunlight can't find your sidewalks
you must be the backbone for why
would you stand so tall over
San Francisco
you see through soft feminine eyes
your hearts thunders with the passion of the strongest man
your street singers amuse the rhythms of your soundtrack
your nakedness is never alarming
in this way I adore you.................
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