Cruising the Hardened Streets
Cruising the hardened streets,
Inhaling the bouquet
Of lively, wicked San Francisco,
Where chicks in heels
Somehow reveal,
An eloquent, famished soul,
Tending to knights,
On shiny pretty nights,
Cloaked in their fabulous
Gaberdine impressions,
Longing to seek acceptance
From ravenous forces,
Among the supple horde,
With few examples,
Ones rich in forsaken noble urges,
Change the world,
By simple stroking,
New rules invoking
A daring type of protocol,
Measured in leaps and mounds,
Severed from frenzied, mangled morals,
The kind you like to chew,
And spit out,
In order to salvage,
Your sense of decency,
You claim resiliency,
And return this fresh-flavored tab
To its rightful owner,
Juice seeping,
Remotely flowing into gaps
Which never intend to heal,
Let alone stop,
For closure means
The end of languid trepidation,
Edges clear themselves
Of thorny, pointless brush,
Seeking conflagration,
From any ignition
Willing to play the part,
And we sit, knowing,
That classy, shiny edifices
Like to devour
Our sense of wanting more,
Not for ourselves,
But for everyone,
And everything
That truly matters.
(8/3/04)
Copyright © Suburban Lovechild | Year Posted 2017
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