Poetic Moments In The City

So I just had a fabulous weekend with my best friend who came to visit San Francisco for the first time.  As we explored and walked through the city streets we stumbled upon a creative soul trying to make a few dollars.

He sat along the side of the road writing poems on an old typewriter. He asks for a few key words that you want expressed and reaches into his brain and lets the fingers go to work. 

Here is his poem of inspiration to me:

"Dating in the city of sin is redundant as supposedly 

dating is based on old pre school systems of evolutionary development 

lets take our time get to know each others private apocalyptic 

or moments before, with ten minutes to die in

nobody dates the make frantic and furious, love of sex with the first and last available

absence as tho to will call its name

that's the ticket, that's the date of when the world  meets its maker

They see each other from across the street from Sodom Gomorra and a pillar of nostalgic salt"