Birds flying Bell is tolling Ghost of the Good ship Klamath Sits on the water Rolling. There are decorations On Pine Street Big enough to live in But the homeless Can’t even find a Hole to piss in. Palm trees stand Guard saluting The flags that are Waving, But I’m in the Mood for looting Pier 27 stands There waiting For the exodus Of all those Escaping. The have-nots Stand around Fading Waiting For someone who Can do something Worth Waiting For.
Poem first published in San Francisco Street Sheet
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