Hungry for loud adventure, for some attention

Open to mental and physical suggestions,

Obviously angry, not apathetic to affections,

Loneliest ones lash out closest to them.

Impervious to the consequence of Laws of men,

Game for committing misdemeanors misdeeds,

A restless kid, skater, hyperactive athlete

No Fears of peers, but tearful street meat

Some say the end comes without a heartbeat...

HULLABALOO (acrostic)


Hectic happenings—snow days or heat waves

Under flashing lights, paparazzo pomp & circumstance.

Line dancing Hollywood hookers pleading the fifth on Vine.

Lights blinging signs, crowds, streamers loud attention

A ceremonious flock of white doves at red wedding

Boisterous unions picket signs, cons mob meddling

A scaturient family of the bride throwing rice

Loads of breeders drunk scrubs ****** hunting.

Open season for “the business” howling, rug munching.

Oral congratulations, fussing over gushing country bumpkins.

In the wisdom of strangers, and kindness of others,
It makes the world
and Life’s harsh realities
more bearable
How doth one worship
but with Beloved...?

Are you happy yet?
The question escapes
As yellow as the ****
From ***** to toilet
Flushing it down,
To where it will be forgot
Have no need to be reminded
How unhappy loneliness gets
Are you not ...
(Just okay, alright, fine
Work sleep **** ****
Work **** sleep —die.)

City.

Beach city by the cool sea
not so easy city
not too busy, too ******, or greasy city

to take off
your shirt
to feel the breezy city.
Where I am
curiously lost in,
excitably exploring eagerly
Asphalt-hard city  
different from my boyhood memory,

It’s not so scary-big a city,
Was a great place to grow-up
open roads for bike rides
on my schwinn, best buds

A safe suburban city
By the sea,
A successfully savvy
sophisticated city
evolved from understanding
Historically
Downtowns Pity
Homeless and such
O’er border walls, while
Chaps are diggy
In the Navy city,

A city of girls who can be
as manly and boys are as
pretty, gritty
city of individuality
like a quirky
cousin, *****,
A brotha's niece
with Cali.-valley speak! city.

There’s so much i want to see,
learn and believe in
this lush green city,
i am a long lost twin city
just a baby,
friendly city,
******* your full *****
city

care for me daily,
wish me luck a lotto city,
even in my muck and ****** ditties,
unconditionally cradling me
with love
this LEGO city
In crisp morning fog,
Californicationer Tour
Sea world and the Zoo,
Old town wanderlust  (balboa too)
Where Carmen’s on the trolley...
It’s San Diego by the sea,

I Heart you
City
in my blood,
this city by the beach
This city
that I love...

Mr. Alzheimers,
Old man on park bench, stares off
Into the distance.

Waif’s diluted dream submarine:

A sleeping dragon’s cloud, bleeding white, weeping blues,

Taming beasts with brush stroke of liquid hues;

Efferent pastels to demure flower with wet elation’s

Revered soft pining of colorful jubilation,

Canvas of new, on blind white fields

Of untouched imagination, whispers, bends.

Longingly the colors bleed, the heart ascends.

On painter’s opus--deeper seas, the vivid soul’s

Recollection - rain drop splashes of heaven.

Silken gossamer dreams of love, there & then.