Future space for poetry based on life and living in California.
Some will be mine, others could be Arthur Miller, Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde
and so on. The sole criteria of the choices will be based on the belief that
California is a "FOOLS HAVEN". Just you wait till you see what I can come up
with. Check this page soon!!!!
Here in one long, hot, dusty season
the leaves fall, still green
unchanged
except for the rain
occasionally washing
the dust from my heart
This edgeless land rolls on
an eternity of hills
monotonous dull brown
which my flaming heart
wants to set ablaze
I hate this place
God hates this place also
while I sputter and shout
yell, scream and pout
all to no effect
God quietly burns two thousand acres
or moves the earth eight inches
I have my reasons, good ones I think
God doesn't! He does what he does
it's nice when you can agree with God
I may feel powerless as I rant
but I think God means business
Fuck Cal berkeley and fuck "The game"
fuck Lake Tahoe and fuck driving to the snow
fuck Jack London and fuck Steinbeck too
fuck Walt Disney and fuck the goldrush
and fuck me for thinking it didn't matter
Fuck the Dodgers and fuck the Lakers
the rest don't matter so fuck them too
fuck UCLA and USC
fuck Jello Biafra and fuck Jerry Brown
and fuck me for staying around
Fuck the fags and fuck the Panthers
fuck the farmers and fuck the migrants too
fuck Ansel Adams and fuck black and white
fuck the foothills and fuck the Sierras
and fuck me for accepting the changes
Fuck spring
fuck summer
fuck autumn
fuck winter
and fuck me for looking for a difference
Fuck the memories I never had here
fuck all the things I imagine you did
fuck all the years I wasn't here
fuck all the time I wasted
and fuck me for losing you
© 1997 bactrian5@aol.com
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