San Francisco Poem by Dog goD 8Hate

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


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