so you have an affinity for ghosts?
explore our urban ruins, at most, forget the Queen Mary
ain't nothing as scary
as a spectral Vincent Price and Frank Lloyd Wright
lurking amongst the needles and graffiti in Barnsdall Park

you say you want uniquely terrifying and seedy?
try this rotten picnic table nestled deeply in Griffith Park
atop which two young Angelenos

made love
then died

under the crushing weight of a healthy oak tree
felled by some fell spirit
coordinates thirty four eight thirteen one eighteen eighteen twenty three
if you don't believe me

beware of our luscious palm trees
they will catapult themselves into your
kaleidoscope windshield

or at least it is now

when you find yourself stopped at a green light
once
twice
maybe three light cycles

abandon all fear that you won't reach your goal
just say these words two times each, eight seconds apart:

love
unity
abundance

now, drop anything that feels heavy

you will reach your destination

Man I miss those whiskey kisses
Thought that, babe, you might become a Mrs.
But a Mrs. of what a bottle and a gut?
Here on the street just a buzz means a lot
City of Angles
I think not
No one to trust
God tried to save them
Then Disney sold it out of lust
What a ******* *******
Can't believe my first morals
Came from a ****
But those whiskey kisses, they just got me
Look at those dark, giant, robotic towers
This is where dreams happen
This is where I get wasted
But that black granite
And tarnished stars
Made me remember who we really are
Just two mad children
In love with just enough
Caught up in the night
Intoxicated bliss
Man, I hope she'll miss me
Everytime she drinks whiskey

learn
Spanish.

if you happen upon
some people making love in the park
it's perfectly OK to stare
everyone is a performer

remember, chances are
you will die in an earthquake bigger than Haiti's
or sizzle in a brushfire más caliente que Hades
or perish on the smog with your stupid lungs that don't breathe
with one of our 3.858 million
love thy neighbor

put an NRA sticker on your apartment door
even if you're a pacifist
trust me

in March the sky is cobalt blue
in August it's haze is the hue of slightly ***** water
a non-color, really
learn to appreciate them both

there's something supremely wonderful
at the end of that ridiculously long line
be patient