San Francisco

I live in a last-gasp haven for misfits
at the end of America.

With a few streets and some sand
between my home and the ocean.

Now there’s nowhere else to go.

Except back into the heart of the nation
and my god I don’t want that!

I’m fleeing a smiling suburban banality
that is the sickest lie I know.

Now there’s nowhere else to go.

At the edge of this ocean I make my stand
against the killing sterility of a desperate land.

With the rest of the freaks and dreamers.
Drown us if you can.



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