Something happened
You don't know what

The Great Whine
The silence screams on Market Street
Between the sleepers, where the peddlers meet
Rock'n'roll stance break the fall
Head leaning sideways against the retaining wall
Stardust/Smog
Who could tell?

The slight thump of the body against the B.A.R.T. station floor
A voice choked with tears, kneeling, crying "what's going on?"
Bitten lips, tainted crimson red.
He crumples his jacket to support her head,
And prays.

Crackling coke can, consumed by the Castro
The great pacific tempest roars. The Asphalt Maestro.
San Francisco Bay Bar Blues
What bricks collect in the murderous sun;
Dignity
Fear
A pattern obscured by a shadow cast
Nowhere to hide
In your animal hide
Exposed in full on the 24 carat divide
Of the Golden City.

From a cat's meow to a lion's roar
From a pistol shot to a world war