Los Angeles
The melodic sounds
of an indie rock song—
“In the Aeroplane Over the Sea”
on my 1993 car radio
flow unlike the volcano
of various vehicles on the 10 freeway
at 6
Long distances like the Oregon Trail moving slow
then fast
Red light on one side, white on the other
It connects us to places we need to travel to
but it tears us apart
like the Soviets and the US in the Cold War
Los Angeles,
A melting pot of cultures and talents—
A land of surprise when the rain comes—
A place of peace and war—
Some people stuck in Candyland
others just scrapping by
like nails on a chalk board
“In the Aeroplane Over the Sea”
A melodic indie rock
song on my
1993 car radio
March 10th, 2010
You Enter the Dance
The day is done and you enter the slow dance
with the worst of it over
You sell yourself to the rhythm of the moonlight
Tough thoughts take over your spirit like a cancer
Thought keeps you going past sleep’s bedtime
The curse of the unintentionally awake
This universe could be anywhere,
reach out and touch it.
You must have ran with its wind
A mystical world without music
You cannot stop it
It flows without permission
Your eyes are shut
But are you asleep?
Your laugh echoes in my subconscious
An uncontrolled reminder to loosen my grip,
but not let go
It is too late, I have thought too much
I have become your puzzle
My nights have become my cross word
What is another four-letter word for frustration?
Dawn pirouettes and you are still there---
Still entering the slow dance.
When the sun awakes, life continues
April 15th, 2010
