Orange Blood

The streets of San Francisco are littered with bodies of bank robbers & mobsters prostitutes & pimps Bullet holes in foreheads Clothes covered with that fake orange blood they used in the seventies Just pretend dead No sirens (those will be dubbed in later) Camera pans an immaculate city Mid-morning weekday only a few tourists about (everyone else is at work) Light traffic on bridges Newly erected Pyramid dominates the scene Sky Maya blue perpetually wiped clean by low-flying clouds Come nightfall even the junkies in the Haight & strippers in North Beach will have a kind of innocence Just extras on the set As close to Utopia as you could get in 1973 & now only attainable in a Dirty Harry movie