twenty fifth b-day
heading down for music and
San Tung chicken wings
Ferris wheelās legit
SF about to get lit
Hereās where I say tit
I switched my flight home
to witness Shamir and Twigs
Make love to my ears.
Voices sing through me
Past the gaze of my bright eyes
Raptured in delight
an island awaits
To be treasured with passion
That comes from matter.
OUR FEET DANCE IN TUNE
EARDRUMS SWAY LIKE A LAGOON
MUSIC IT CONSUMES
Yes! The Ferris Wheel!
That line is too freaking long.
Letās go watch CHVRCHES!
Third entry. I do not expect to win.
Yes! Ferris Bueller!
Has nothing to do with San
Francisco. Bueller!
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Hey there, Slybevel,
itās spelled Bueller (u, then e).
Three haikus now, eh?
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built on sand, when the
big one hits, all the music
will fall in the sea
Taste the sound and see
SF Bay setting enthralls
Synaesthetically
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Kissing spindrift riffs,
Iām whiskād 'cross beat-rockād seas on
Treasure Island dreams
Nineteen eighty four
Born in the U. S. of A.
My first cassette tape
Friends, feels, ferris wheels
On an island in the bay
Wouldnāt it be nice?
Love is in the air
If you care please take me there,
Then we can all share
instead of corners
she backed into open arms
until they crumpled
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CHVRCHES and Big Grams
Serenade me, Jose G
Iām waiting for Twigs
Worldās Fair, World War II,
Naval Base and Movie Sets,
Today we dance to Twigs
For my VIP:
In two weeks weāll remember
The treasure we share
My Treasure Isle muse, / Letās dance through technicolor / Merry Melodies!
