the bay blues

it rips through me like a cancer, staring at the san francisco bay...the most beautiful city in the world lies before me...and i am dying...rotting on the vine...the city is a dream as i roam from place to place...the waiting is over, the realm of reality vanquished...the stumbling shoremen, the eying queens, the pretty rich girls, and the rumbling streams...i search the redwoods, through the moonlight, realize the pale face, all through the night...the saplings grow in the torrential rain, and the nameless corrode my river's veins, i see you sitting in the shade, living the good life, the false facade...the tree lined streets and long steep hills, are walking with me, they'll be there still...and the days and the nights, the leftovers, the bellicose bloomers...are all soaking wet between raindrops...drenched in the downpour...