One thinks of flint
or the Dodgems
or railway lines
or a falling star.

Nobody strikes
matches anymore
cars have no plugs
don’t backfire either.

There are no forges
or no blacksmiths
even flashes in the
have become rarities.

Sparks are almost
obsolete superfluous
surplus to requirements
except in Hollywood.

.           Fires have a memory,
            but their recall needs
            to be fanned, just as
            a phoenix from ashes.

            Enter the wind, the one
            that shakes the barley
            or wakes up hibernating
            flags in calls to resistance.

            Camouflaged in smoke,
            an airborne spark takes
            flight and so begins the
            fight set the night alight.

Santa Ana, Los Angeles
doesn’t rhyme with Hell.
Yet then again nor does
Hollywood with Heaven.
But would you look how
similar to Gaza it seems.
Perhaps some good will
come of it a set for a film.
Death by America in the
Middle East & elsewhere.
Or must they wait for the
San Andreas wake up call?

.            Karmageddon

             Where west each
             wind is born,
             dark angels fan
             the flames from a
             death valley hole to
             the Hollywood Hell.

             Cremation nation,
             reap that which you
             sow, live by your fire
             power and die by
             internal combustion,
             nobody gives a $hit.

.                     G
               B L.A.Z E
                      Z
                      A

Los Angeles is an act of God

Gaza is an act of Godlessness

.  Marlboro Man meets
   Flint in a Holly Wood.

   **** this woke vape
   ****, fuse my *** man.

   Mother fcukers ain’t
   gettin away wit nutin.

   It’s a wrap they sayin,
   you and dang horse.

   Y’all get off the set
   now you ain’t needin.

   Mother fcukers Flint
   I ain’t takin no sheet.

   I is just a waitin for
   The Santa Ana man.

   We is goin to burn ***
    man smoke em out.

    Mother fcukers try
    stub this one *******.

Tinder dry kindling

Ash to ash L.A. to dust

Hollywood on fire