#126

california lonely like only california can be freeways and big skies and the ocean and wide boulevards and dry heat all good places for closeness and comfort disappear and evaporate into nothingness leaving me alone and lonesome with no friends and a mexican eightball buzz just the way i like it not unhappy but very very alone with my mind and my ideas and trying to punch a hole in my fingertips to let some bloody ideas out onto the page and into the world but the dry peace of la taking me down slamming my wet brain into the dust of this western eden where all is possible but so many sins are committed every second that even god cant keep count nor does he need to because what could he do with the tally but retch at his dismal design while his chilluns bask in the sun like lizard freaks and spend poor peoples salaries on dinner and the fool immigrants in east la eat rice and beans and send extra pesos back south wondering if the horror of their northern migration was worth the lousy payoff rice and beans california lonely like only california can be