soaking
wet with rain
been
splashed by cars going by
streets
are flooded
heard
said this is the worst storm
l.a.
has seen in decades
but
i don’t put much stock
in
what people say
on
my way a sign sways
in
the wind
“hatha
yoga”
crowd
going in
i
walk against the wind
i
could only imagine
what
their spiritual master
would
make of me
an
aura of dark energy
my
wellness pose
flask
exposed
lit
cigarette
a
pill i took earlier
along
with the weed i ingested
in
the form of hard candy
shaped
like a duck
cherry
flavored
by
all i tasted was plant
i
keep walking
blow
by the sign
like
the wind
it
becomes a blip
that
doesn’t register
on
my radar
man,
it’s hard to light
cigarettes
in a storm
i
could take shelter in a bar
but
i don’t need more
i’m
sufficiently basted and glazed
i’d
even turn down purple haze
in
this purple rain
if
it was offered
tangerines
for the coffer
and
i am taking flight
on
this l.a. night
like
a kite
aided
by the wind
l.a.
is someone else’s dream
that
i’ve invaded
knowing
things
only
the dreamer should know
i
don’t believe in souls
but
l.a. is an eternal essence
that
no exorcism will ever expel
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