It came around again
for we are at the center
of our everything.
And the center never
moves.
From between jagged
ancient mountain tops
it's appearance came to be.
Made its way
across a deadly
California desert.
Over a mysterious,
***** blondes bare
freckled shoulder.
Through the track homes
and the cheap motels.
Between a beautiful ******
open legs and runny nylons.
Past the clerk asleep in the hotel lobby.
Past the stolen car
outside.
Across the cluttered
room and
across a dark alley way
Up the main street
of some nowhere type of town.
Across the freeway and the blood stain.
Past the curbside motive candles.
Above the glass like surface
of the morning dead calm sea.
Through the fisherman's hopeful heart.
And the starlets dying flame.
Over the pages of my
favorite book,
my favorite line.
"Run to me, Come to me'
Through my
half empty ***** bottle
then bounced its way off the cracked
goodluck mirror and caught
me straight in
the eye.
Another day had arrived
and with it
the blinding ray.
The first sign
that you've made it
to waste another beautiful
Southern California
day.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
It came around again
for we are at the center
of our everything.
And the center never
moves.
From between jagged
ancient mountain tops
it's appearance came to be.
Made its way
across a deadly
California desert.
Over a mysterious,
***** blondes bare
freckled shoulder.
Through the track homes
and the cheap motels.
Between a beautiful ******
open legs and runny nylons.
Past the clerk asleep in the hotel lobby.
Past the stolen car
outside.
Across the cluttered
room and
across a dark alley way
Up the main street
of some nowhere type of town.
Across the freeway and the blood stain.
Past the curbside motive candles.
Above the glass like surface
of the morning dead calm sea.
Through the fisherman's hopeful heart.
And the starlets dying flame.
Over the pages of my
favorite book,
my favorite line.
"Run to me, Come to me'
Through my
half empty ***** bottle
then bounced its way off the cracked
goodluck mirror and caught
me straight in
the eye.
Another day had arrived
and with it
the blinding ray.
The first sign
that you've made it
to waste another beautiful
Southern California
day.
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