San Francisco offered secret views,
the admission was gross,
yet I paid, PAID in full
(that) 'detachment! '
and that welded me to now...
unimpeded, revelatory existence
apprising days rife in what's
singular presence,
an exceedingly-benevolent vision,
and yet...
the streets,
those squalid, dejected streets...
vile n' dirty... foreboding execration -
the streets.
Beauty n' the Hideous -
a polarized existence:
with all that
deprivation...
I had a Mansion
down on 6th Street
and around...
San Francisco
.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i cannot claim to understand the underlying message if there is one here but i love the passion the anger.... it feels as though a free spirit is rejecting conforming... im probably over reading into things again. but i believe in instinctual reviews or reactions...love the play on god dog also...tyvm karen