I need to destroy the city. Blaze Polk Street. Sail down California From Powel to the Embarcadero. Make love to a sea lion, All sloppy and wet & salty & hairy & aquatic. Squeeze the queso out of a 16th & Valencia papusa So that rats scurrying by Get emblazoned By piquant Jalapeño-infused Mexican Cheese. Hop on my Bike, Tunes blasting, Pedals fasting, Stomach turning, Eyes scoping & Senses Soaring. Lay down across seven seats on the the 38 Geary Heading west, West, always west & stretch, stretch All yoga-like and beautiful. Toss my disc so hard, so fast, That WPA tiles cascade, Like pepperonis From a fresh Golden Boy slice down, Down Telegraph Hill Awakening Sir Williams & countless others Who fled us too soon. Enter a Castro bar— get groped, Reciprocate, & find out he’s A chick. Dive into a fresh Turtle Tower bowl— Scalding & all, Only to cool off With tangy, salty hoisin sauce. Write at Vesuvio’s Till Ferlinghetti himself Buys me a drink. Hop on over to the Independent, Rock the 'Pirates, 'Dib with the Hippies. Crawl up to the Haight, Grab a cone & throw it— Full speed at 710 Ashbury. Seize the Prettiest Officer around, Throw my arms around her & enrapture her with The warmest hug She's ever had. I need to destroy this city; Blaze its cathedrals, Graffiti its monuments, Shave its parks, Poison its waters, Toxify its airs, Demolish its seats of government, Till all that’s left— All that remains— Is— As it was, Nothing, Everything, Double-helixed— Intertwined, As heart & soul, Mind & body Heaven & hell, God & Man, Perfection & anarchy, Ordered city & natural nature, City & bay— Till all that’s left— All that remains, Is The city as it always has been.