North Beach Voices

North Beach voices:
an economy, of tongues-and-lungs
Bustling
Around neon
martinis, and bowls, of-frothy-Joe
Rhythms
Of the Blessed
Maniacs tearing, the new-world-out
From their
Mouthes and hearts...
Squeezing drops, of throat fluids, into
Gas Tanks

Of-dry-and-bright, run-down-Lives
We want some-city-grit
to taste some human-shit
To take Her streetlight sins
And bear this Bright Night's cross