3 Days in San Francisco

[triggerhippie96]

Who’d have thought,
a wrong turn
on a breathy Sunday morning
would force the realization
that all my gay awareness
is really not so aware.

That lonely winds
would tear the iconic echoes
from my winter mind,
and fuse Mohawk hauntings
into the silent shell of Alcatraz.

Or that to yearn
beyond the tourists gaze,
would lead me from sterility
and guide me to where I wished
the cheesy smiles returned.

For who’d have thought
the benevolent I,
would allow my changeless purse
to quell internal pity
for she who humbly asked
for a simple cup of cha.

Or that crack cocaine
would sink a life
so far beyond a dream,
that he would crap on city streets
yet feel invisible to me.

that arms raised high
would chain my soul in sadness
for the sorry ghostlike frame,
screaming vengeance
to the unrelenting sky.

And really
who'd have thought
that two in hallowed darkness,
wapped in newspaper and plastic,
would catch my windswept tear
and croon a lofty song,

soothing,
Dont you be cryin girl,
Dont you be cryin...