- the tinsel town love affair started when rough grey hands begged me for a quarter...."son , you have some to spare?", i wish i did - a spare life for you , pretty eyed , half smoked, pillar stoic man with newspaper whiskers on the corner of hyde and geary.
theatre districts are reality production labs. i wish i had a lab coat . the Ambassador bar is 5 minutes from my victorian building - a dark, young place with more to offer than time ....
"dude you party?" , white , skull cap, broken teeth - you should be in college , i should be on a sailboat to eternity - maybe this is the sailboat to eternity. my chiseled, dream like future - void of direction and square colored like the pages of old love notes.
"God is in the rain" and so is desire....and the smell of steamy sewers and fresh cut onion stalks...
120 Hyde street....home
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