catharsis
04-14-2009, 09:55 PM
Everyone is dressed better than I am.
It hasn't rained yet
they're complaining about the cold
that seems right.
and I think
that the goldrush couldn't have happened
anywhere else.
man on a bike in
red shorts and
ill-fitting
straw hat
to
a gentler water
a broader coast
noiselessly from
one hot asphalt
to another
and I remember the grass
how it cracked
under all my weight
there it was from the cold
here
the grass
is fine with me
cracking it.
the ocean can't intrude
with these clifftops
staring down as they do
capped only by the satellite birds
and man.
the industrial complex
could have been a city
or a rocket
the way it gleamed
but it was still
and I
was assured;
on my way to
Hollywood.
California
where would you be
if all we were dead?
a crescendo was building
as the smell
of some nameless vegetable
filled my head
farmhouse beautifully
like a junkyard song
sung by some gentle
ethnic minority.
the trees that point one
way remind me of me.
It hasn't rained yet
they're complaining about the cold
that seems right.
and I think
that the goldrush couldn't have happened
anywhere else.
man on a bike in
red shorts and
ill-fitting
straw hat
to
a gentler water
a broader coast
noiselessly from
one hot asphalt
to another
and I remember the grass
how it cracked
under all my weight
there it was from the cold
here
the grass
is fine with me
cracking it.
the ocean can't intrude
with these clifftops
staring down as they do
capped only by the satellite birds
and man.
the industrial complex
could have been a city
or a rocket
the way it gleamed
but it was still
and I
was assured;
on my way to
Hollywood.
California
where would you be
if all we were dead?
a crescendo was building
as the smell
of some nameless vegetable
filled my head
farmhouse beautifully
like a junkyard song
sung by some gentle
ethnic minority.
the trees that point one
way remind me of me.