Tree lined
suburban, shadowed
street signs
stand aloof
in the quiet morning
daylight gloom
of happy homes
opened doors
and kisses. Questions
fall like flower petals
on sidewalks, cracked
by ancient roots
whose planted hands
can only tell
the difference between
early mornings
and daylights answers.
But the sky is new,
and the desert
Golden, only as old
as the moon which hangs
still as the sun
does rise over broken
glass bottles, which dress
Winnetka, asphalt
like a torn evening gown
come morning.
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Ecstasy in bloom.
Santa Monica
city street bum
sits, full lotus
thoughts rampant
running through
his charcoal beard
wild, I witness his
ecstasy in bloom.

sometimes pigs do fly
I have past the point of no return
where apologies have lost there meaning
Where no explanation is needed
because hell has frozen over, and I swear
I saw a pig fly the other night
but perhaps that was just my reflection
bopping down Magnolia Boulevard
watching taillights fade
and counting them like crows
One, then two, and four and eight
Oh I thought, what a burden it is to sleep
and what a wonder it is to wake.
I made a phone call that night too
and said some terrible things
that by way of the universe
I guess I just needed to say.
I am that guy sometimes ā not all ā
but sometimes pigs do fly.
So this is who I am
I won’t apologize
Good luck out there
If you stop judging it all,
it’s actually quite wonderful.