Emerging from alleyways where technicolor sparks
lit damp, graffiti covered walls
showcasing rat turds
floating in
oily
dark
mud
puddles
teaming with
mosquito Larva
drawn to murky street juice splash zones,
bare shoulders touched as we approached Kinkytown concourse.
We
jay
walked roads
flaunting cool
tie-dyed tank tops and
buffalo
sandal
loop
toes.
A 9 PM football fan tidal wave flooded the
thoroughfare as people emptied
Kezar Stadium,
bitterly
seeking
out
lots,
parking
garages,
clandestine carports
that challenged beer brain memories
discouraged by another 49er trouncing.
We
braved
the dim
tenderloin
silhouettes guiding
our Summer
of Love
flash
backs.
