when stretchin out on Masonic

tears extracted lost in the winds

circling all the way up the Bay Bridge,

headin for a magic ride into Hill Town,

Collado Ensalada

the honkytonk SanFrisco day of storms blowin like life

full across the call,

butterfull winged breezes callin–

gettin off coastin on sheer energy imput---

hummm…”wheres the hells the summer sun?”

“just pokin round Shakedown St corner

up the starboard tenements

hailing good fresh grateful coffee cups and blackberry pie fills

for some supernatural august warmth–“

man, send them the message, Georgie Wallace!

free cups on the Haight

for all street venders and soapbox revolutionaries

who nod out while pickin pieces off Monterey Jack sandwiches,

whove smoked the Golden Age through,

whove done a fill then refilled,

whove leapt out into the streets

celebrating these rent–free elastic hills,

where pup–tents reside

home to bearded wanderers

dressed in velvet red gloves

and other eternity fixtures…

up and down this roller–bop midnight, when does rebirth begin?

where are the studded painted lightbulbs that run off people socketed hydro power?

can we pirate ocean radio stations

broadcasting to non directional audiences,

dismissing unrecorded hype

new world west leather jackets?

can we sit out on your dizzy chilly piers

stalled in the noddin blow–away rollin river Alcatraz Bay,

hear the easy flow startin later?

(oh John,

see later

begin later– Now!

dont wait for rain

doesnt come but once a year when the streets are already flooded)

here, this pull of colored magnets

stretches into the wail of the City,

upnorth all the way to Chinatown

where there stands broken tenorman

noddin in the real wind,

four quarters to pass to the Beach North

where greasy plugmen call for openers,

whistlin passers–by into perverted barns,

undressed yarns…

O San Francisco Rundown,

O Glory Seekers and other Dreamers-

come by here,

meander down the corners

with Ferlinghetti’s dog

only to discover

the honest feeling of the religion of let it be,

of launching a new cycle

creating this magnificent transient change

into clear flower hypnosis!

San Francisco

8/15/73