Look see… 6.1 MAG quake, walls move, animals on run, police rotator lights beam, multi-color demon skin dreams come true and San Fran’s sewer is safest place in town. Old child, young child, each hurt a little bit, they huddle together upon trolley car floors. Myself, an earthquake epicenter, I should take cover among beasts, knowing The Animals might have had it right long ago, about when to get out of Vietnam, “on a warm San Francisco Tet night,” into which (today) I tremor a thousand miles above the USA on “Trans Love Airways” – Bread falls from stewardess’s tectonic plate, crumbs drop into a lucky old beggar dog’s bowl, on way to Lombard Street shelter. — Charles Orloski
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 23:20:32 +0000
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