What would you
like to do now?
Rainy night San Francisco
At Powell and 16th
a doped-up dirt bag
bellowed madly
voice splitting
the air
like flatulence
something ragged
once
a trench coat
hung dripping
around his shoulders
matted hair
wrapped
around his ears
army boots
without laces
whatever
scorched his brain
left nothing but
detritus
the whole
underbelly of the
city came alive
at night—
hustlers, pimps,
grifters, pushers,
drunks, burnouts,
freaks, junkies,
gangbangers, and
whores
some scurried
through the rain
for shelter under
eaves and darkened
porticos
tramping around the
homeless
who slumped against
buildings under soggy
Goodwill coats
or in shapeless
cardboard boxes
other creatures
of the night
clumped in
alleyways or on
street corners
picking at
each other
like sores
oblivious to the
rain lost souls
trapped in a
nightmare of their
own creation
drugged up and
dreamed out
living so far out
on the edge
all they had left
was an eternal
now
filled with
needs
that could never
be met
and days
they would soon
forget
They crept along
in the shadows
while around them
the city was
ablaze
in shimmering
light
I drove through
this radiant
madness
like rowing
past a beautiful
garden along the
River Styx
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Email: terry@terryrbacon.com
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