FEATURED POET: FROM BURNING, BURNING, BURNING

San Francisco

San Francisco penetrates me.

We make love under City Lights,

Hubs of progress,

Neon Brothels.

We fuck openly in Castro’s side alleys,

Commercialised piers,

China Town.

We are the children of modern Babylon.

Barefoot whores,

Kerouac junkies,

Cutthroat Queers.

Pilgrims to a Golden Gate

Screaming

Amen!

We scale its womanly curves

Sheathed in a kimono fog.

America’s Geisha.

The City holds me within art deco palms

And fucks me.

I shudder ferociously and scream

‘California.’

San Francisco howls.

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