Backside reprints two sheets of music: "Nothing [etc.] Faggots + dawgs. Sometimes I play the recorder there."

Chester Anderson’s poem turns a deadpan refrain into an ironic account of one of the Haight’s charged marginal spaces. Beginning with “Faggots & dogs” and the blunt observation that “People fuck in the parking lot after dark,” Anderson frames Buena Vista Park as a gay cruising ground, then transforms it into “Middle Earth,” a hilltop landscape of eucalyptus, jacaranda, madrone, darkness, candles, flashlights, incense, music, and communal fantasy. The poem’s repeated claim that “nothing ever happens” is obviously belied by everything that does happen there: sex, wandering, music, enchantment, and the informal queer life of the park. Anderson’s small drawing and caption — “Stacking bricks of acapulco gold in Buena Vista Park” — adds another layer, placing the poem within the drug culture, gay life, and mythic street geography of the Haight in 1967.