The New Golden Gate

Tall arching towers

skateboarders ripping

through the rolling fog

riding on suspension cables.


Rapid transit trains

coasting in both directions

commuters look out

for a glimpse of the bay.


Pedestrians walk freely

not a vehicle in sight

bridge artists sell their schlock

musicians humbly play a tune.


A dispossessed soul

tries to lean over and jump

but gets electrocuted

and dies – that’ll teach him.


Flashy lights on the towers

advertisements for Coke

and Sprite and IBM

the eye of the pyramid winks.


As I leave the scene

I pass through a big heart

right near the cyber cafe

the whole world is jacked in.








Written 4/26/98 at the Marina, San Francisco.