Tuesday, May 7, 2013

San Francisco Doggerel

Winking_____gold_____red
blue__________electric
_____city
of one million eyes,
each turned inward.
Windows of a high-rise
betray not telescopes
but the closed curtains
of modest folk
who attend therapy
and ingest their pills
as prescribed by a shrink.

A toast if I may

to the twisted freaks
who in this town's heyday
raised binoculars
to spy across the way
a neighbor, likewise
unattired.  Masturbating
to the sight of each
other, uncaring
yet tender:
love__________magnified.
Lights_____render_____memory
_____relevant
as__________ghosts.

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