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Treasure Island Music Festival

In by Chris on October 18, 2010 at 2:20 am

Across the water
San Francisco spreads like
A retired hooker
Laying on a lumpy mattress.
On this island of treasures
(Built upon trash)
Bands with names like
The National,
Broken Social Scene,
And Ra Ra Riot
Sing to boys and girls.
Tired shirts are draped across bodies.
Tonight the dregs of fog
Left after the ocean
Passed itself over the city
Are enough to blot the stars
And reflect pink strobes.
The boys and girls they love it.
They dance
And they scream words
That kept them company
Over long lonely months.
Collars are pulled open;
The moment is perfect.

 

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  1. Ah yes. Encapsulates much of the sentiment of the festival.

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