Tuesday, June 3, 2014

The Daily Mail The Columnist Cried



Warming vernaculars composition a stride,
increasing the words as the lungs in a prized,
reverbs to vibrations the streaming atones,
driving the vista of stroking the loans.

In sit the breeze torrent to be,
the Gough Street production,
of the One Way seduction,
as the City by the Bay leads to the sleigh,
a West Coast introduction in a Town of deductions.

The Map of the Embarkadero side to the Ferry,
the Pier of 39 down to the scary,
a Wax Museum of Deads still alive,
the faucet in the Window with no plausible reply.

The Union Halls in blocks from Hotels of the Docks,
the Balclutha a Vessal close to the Submarine rocks,
Alcatraz an Island of many dues Tell,
the passage of Centuries the duties of Shell.

The Chocolates at Ghirardelli serving Floats with a spoon,
the Italians that make the food of sandwichs sing,
a deviled egg with dab of red in apply,
the dungenees crabs in ready supply,  
a park or a bench the Newspapers died.


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