Saint Francisco

A poem from a list

A young sir Francis jokes of hotel suicide
from an eighth floor window
watching a gallery separate of golden stories
for a shopping mall craze
played by the gated people on the streets
And their sidewalk dinners

Author's Note

I had written a list of things I did one day and so I messed with the wording to make a "poem"

Reviews

[Chadvonswan]

this made me want to go there and breathe in the air of contagious insanity

[ZackOfBridge]

I'd like to vacation there and just relax, be a total street lunatic for awhile. That would take the load off.