The Buddha is crying.
The flag is cold and shivering.
Our atmosphere is wilting.
.
LA is poised to drown,
The tide tickling the
“Hollywood” sign
On the side of the mountain.
.
I went downtown today
And heard a homeless dude uttering
Threats, I saw an old lady
In entropy, and I
Averted eye contact
.
In my hometown, to
Retire home for reading and
Hearing about a murder
In front of the new breakfast diner.
.
People have spoken in hate
And on this worm moon
I am choosing my battles and
Cursing the extolled man in the sky
Who bestowed uniformity and logic
On a fiery pinochle den.