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
Milton P. Ehrlich, Ph.D. is an 86-year-old psychologist. He is also a Korean War veteran who has published many poems in periodicals such as the “Wisconsin Review,” “Descant,” “Toronto Quarterly Review,” “Chariton Review,” “Vox Poetica,” “Red Wheelbarrow,” “Christian Science Monitor,” “Huffington Post,” and the “New York Times.