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)