Bubbles in a glass of Dom,
the passersby on Noe Street
pirouette their way
from party to party,
under the smile of a crescent moon.
Did you hear the Apollo astronaut
said one of the most beautiful sights
is a urine dump at sunset?
Boisterous laughter sound
like the drumming of Olatunji.
On concupiscent Castro bi-ways,
echoes of steps sound too lonely
walking through the streets.
Longing to bottle the aphrodisiac
of falling in love over and over again,
they hunger for a carnival of erotic life.
Maya Angelou said
people will never forget
how you made them feel.
In the Market Street morning sun,
an ebullient gent with a top hat
strolls around in the nude,
his day-glow orange member