Oh, San Francisco
— you’re so beautiful
why am i so torn by you?
— want to spend time here
but it always makes me feel bad..
but the rush, the rush, the rush
driving down 17th street from the top of the hill
full moon over the twilight city
Beautiful!
and this morning
when leaving
Marty Dooley called out to me from the sidewalk
and walking behind him was Robbie Frank
and we passed Victor on Folsom street
and the city is filled with beautiful men!
i would love to lick all over and roll around in bed
Like Gil, that guy from Alabama i got to see last night for a moment
such beauty
fuzzy tummy
Spanish Alberto, hitting on Leo
and that guy with the big beautiful round face behind the bar…
should i just get a room for a month
and make my rounds?
could i survive without being covered in crabs and chlamydia?
weird emotional twists and half-hearted deceptions from every direction?
This Town is So Beautiful..
what am i supposed to do with it?