I want God to understand me:

I've heard Hell described as other people's music, but
I will run Bay to Breakers as you

O'erlooking us overlooked in overarching straddle
Lapsed dazey Californica skyscape dominatrick
Califortification Sans Franciscan

A heads-up for down-headedness

Overseer above Muni wires, our wire to worlds other
Spires in parts hind doodle yanked

Oh you seen but unspoken spikey spokey doohickle tristickle
Framed out of the film, airbrushed from the Steve McQueer film still
I will follow you neverywhere

You splendido pickle fork!


Note: As of 5/1/2014, according to Google, this is the official poem of Sutro Tower.
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  1. The jewels were set off long ago as fireworks
    The shoe or the sheer wonder of a shiver
    Provided whatever light it could
    While I provided harness for a knot-bun
    Of bone, sinew, and statistical analysist
    Torso of a man, head of a ram
    And all the glory that flows from a doner's clone:
    Rag and bone shop, call it whatever.
    Having never truly loved it and never truly followed
    I cannot say I have lost it, except in myself

    I have failed to act on my desire and lost where I had acted
    On the practice fields of imaginary private schools.


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  4. I find it difficult to like or dislike appointments in INT.
    They treat me so strangely there. They treat my body like a bag of meat
    As they nudge it into the shapes it needs to be with a variety of well-used
    Gear, some working some not, and a tucked shoulder, a forearm, 
    A thigh and the curl of one ankle to resemble the perfect awkward, where
    They leave me for fifteen minutes. After that time, I hear in the headphones,
    "Are you ready, Mr. Fox,"as if I had been holding up the rodeo all this time
    Among gear built by heroes before who knew we would be heroes by now.


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  5. And here's one from Lori!


    And if you ever thought there was a good reason Sutro Tower needs an official poem, you could start a petition! I know a candidate!
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  6. Football is the most American sport.
    All it lacks is guns.
     
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I write poetry and music.

My book of poems, Domestic Violence (under the name David Fox), was published by Vatic Hum Press in 2000, and my poems have appeared in dozens of journals, including Denver Quarterly, Exquisite Corpse, Central Park, Tinfish, Orpheus Grid, o-blek, Blue Unicorn and Processed World, and have been anthologized in Writing From The New Coast. On line, I was Featured at 99 Poems for the 99%, and will appear in their upcoming print anthology.

My music is on MySpace under the names Twistyfix & Tawkey. I was the founding member of Johnny Nervous and the Disorders and have played with and in JNeo & The Content Providers and Vanilla Pussyfoot, and other bands too ponderous to mention. I once auditioned as a bassist for Frank Zappa. And I had a development deal with Atlantic Records for a while, which resulted in no recordings being released. Yay!

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