(L’enfer,
c’est les autres – Jean Paul Sartre)
where
does the westward border
of
california end?
do
we own any part of the sea?
at
high tide or when it recedes
does
the border change?
i’m
not talking the two hundred miles
of
international waters
but
state line
north,
east, south are all defined
by
states
or
a separate sovereign nation
catalina
is california
but
is the distance
from
a long beach pier
to
there
california?
indians
couldn’t comprehend containment
like
the beatles
they
followed the sun
but
at what geographic coordinates
is
the song of los angeles
no
longer sung?
where
do the dark streets of decay end?
if
i posted a sign behind
mariasol
cocina mexicana restaurant
on
the santa monica pier
“you
are now leaving california”
would
i be able to win a court case
to
let the sign stand
and
all those worms on hooks
past
the pier are no longer
under
local jurisdiction?
the
answer is not the point
the
point is the answer
that
there is so much information
we
do not know
nestled
among the neon
yet
we do not hesitate
to
recite a requiem for righteousness
but
when i express
nothing
is beautiful enough
to
get in the back seat with
to
obscure the view
by
fogging up the windows
i
find your foundation is sand
easily
eroded by longitudinal waves
all
i crave is conversation
but
it’s difficult to converse
with
someone
who
has a mouth full of sand
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