This is the walk for those who love their literature as full of psychedelic longing as their love affairs. Start by draining the rainbow from a smoking unicorn. Then spend an idle moment leafing the pages of an out-of-print edition at Collected Works. Stand in civic pride to close the chapter on your first love, before capping it all off under the corrupt sheen of violating paint. These are poems that aren’t afraid to leave their mark on the city.