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Ghastly I awake
it’s an April day
a spoon feeds me tears
injecting Spring
on a cold concrete bay
It’s an another day
under a sunny quakes’ caress
as the Pigs kick cardboard
damned homeless buzzkill
near Hollywood hills
First day of a war
it begins and is lost
California chill
shakes a little
best when it’s still
Moving pain along
the mangled mind adores
it finds a void in a voice
gasping for a light
known as a lost love
Marching with lost souls
freeways lined with fog
as I seek a dime
followed by some eyes
disturbing coffee’s rush
It’s an April day
a spoon feeds me tears
the smoke lit my home
gasping for a voice
I scream but it is gone
California chill
as I stroll near by
and the quakes stand still
as if it is God’s will
gasping for the same thrill
Touch me I am here
this is what it hurts
on the streets with hills
and lattes with heels
dreaming me away
Ghastly I awake
last day of the war
can it be a win
injecting Spring again
as the smoke just rises
gasping for dark glasses
so I see a home
California chill
is a fog of war
in an April day
gasping for that voice
that I once called love
First day of a war
it begins again
California chill
shaking me a little
but it is best when I am still

Dreaming a poet’s life with every sigh

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