San Francisco MAG

June 29, 2011
By cthomas BRONZE, Nashville, Tennessee
cthomas BRONZE, Nashville, Tennessee
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Buildings grow around me
As cement trees in a petrified forest
Towering, abuzz with
The lives of so many worker bees.
On the wharf
A fisherman cries; he is feline
Between his clawed paws
A glimmering sprig of fish.
The cement sea
Ripples and wavers
Like muscles
So tightly wound, so easily sprung.

Indecent as a mystery's
Legs painted with lines
Of black eyeliner
As poised as serpents, fangs ajar.

The trolley bell clangs,
Five dollars, a nickel
They are my broken hearts.

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bay_JP SILVER said...
on Apr. 5 2014 at 11:16 am
bay_JP SILVER, San Francisco, California
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Favorite Quote:
Be yourself. Everybody else is already taken.

Great job, I'm from SF and this really captures the spirit of the wharf. 


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