When writing about the knuckleheads,
Ancient skaters landing tricks on the flyover bridge
Tattoos and graffiti swirling a new anime,
Forever with an eye toward wearability,
Risking it all for the clip,
I’m most comfortable amidst decay and desolation.
That’s why Southern California is my go-to place.
You can tell, right?
The Swiss philosopher of yesterday is now
The modern Hollywood power player.
Large scale crypto currency schemes,
In the middle of the gutter protection boom,
Plastic sphinxes, Romanesque estates,
Absolutely deadly, if you know what you’re doing.
And who says it don’t pay to be poet?
It’s the gnarliest.
Shaping words down by the beach.
Curating an audience segment at a
Golf course community in the desert,
Crews working in trees.
It’s a trip how the shit works.
No wait, check this out.
Dude on the pier said he just got out of Pelican Bay.
I pointed to the troupe of pelicans flying overhead,
Asked if they were his friends, had given him a lift.
He didn’t think it was funny and wanted to kill me.
But because I’m a poet, he let it ride
This once.
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