blue straw hat

wearing my heat wave blue straw hat
humidity hitting like a brickbat
causing all to take beach chances
sweet sweat running down the back
blazing sun beating down low and fat
removing my steaming sunglasses
blue sky matching my heat wave blue hat
taking off my muted toned cravat
you can find me behind the sandy yuccas
wearing nothing but my heat wave blue straw hat

a holy ode to fits of 8

a holy ode to fits of 8



i fight number fits, i like 8 bits is a byte.
digital infinity, a saros octave of serenity.
eighter from decatur, a dead man's hand, a super 8 thrill.
riding a sleipnir pulling an eight spoke wheel.
the atomic number for life giving oxygen.
a tooth of wisdom in an orb of octagonal consciousness.
the lonely positive in Fibonacci's best pieces of eight quaver in a game of chess.
horizontal ribbon transcends the lemniscate an eternity in a tangled ouroboros 8 waits.

the city of gypsies

the city of angels is a city of gypsies.

a city of folded hands, the oak of golden dreams.

what siren called the sagebrush bohemians and wandering hippies?

apostles of hedonism in the factory of dreams.

the garden of allah, who knew?

the lights of LA in the basin canyons,

sparkle of sand from the ocean to the desert banyans.

i too, like faulkner drew.

influence blew like the mountain winds dew.

on twain, london, kerourac, huxley, fitzgerald and sinclair.

a home in exile now decays in noise.

nature has a way of getting rid of us.

los angeles keeps her secret hidden in trust.

i am just passing through...

JUXTAPOSITION

the earth is shaking, nukes are melting

spring breakers are skiing, some beach basking

death tolls are rising, the terrorists are plotting

media is hyping star stalking, everywhere there is small talking

people are starving, wars are waging, humans living in constant warning

a generous response to witness with your attention

is this the human condition, living in JUXTAPOSITION?