It's already October and we still don't know what day it is in San Francisco but we know we're landing again and your city lights are guiding us in. The Poetry Brothel is back and for lack of a better phrase, San Francisco, we need you! Come again into our underground and listen to these soft sounds, watch the ladies dance, they love you, watch the light and the bright play of words that skirt the walls and ring in your tea cups. We're back in your pocket, love, we're back in your alleys, we're back on the slopes and we aren't leaving until we've told you something precious, something small that you can hold under you tongue like a sea shell, like a pea of salt, like an egg at dawn, like something all together falling apart, put us back together St. Francis, we're a flock of humming birds, our hearts are racing, and our songs, our songs, our songs. Our songs are almost too fast to see.