In the early morning

A jog down the street

About 75 degrees

The streets of L.A. must always

Be watched

Never run alone it seems

The stretch of sunset

There are always characters

At every turn

Run in the morning

Run

Chicago is letting go

Instead of being furloughed

Back on the selling block

Time for a reset

As the time is set

For the Los Angeles Times

To go up for sale

A local businessman

Will now partake

A new stake

In the papers

Up for auction

And here come the takers

Wiggly pear

Green and ripe

Sits in the supermarket

Ready to depart

The final journey

Down the grocery isle

And into food

Absurdly specific

Withdrawn eyes

Looking for lights

More romantic

Than subsides

In details

Dreams occur

With great focus

I hope to be heard

Fold the bills

Use sparingly

Hearts torn out

Sold separately

Ambitious thoughts

With guttural reactions

Taking time

While we are planning

For the future holds

No Certainty

Hold close

All we love

Certainly

A disgusting fool

With fickle taste

One more moment

One more to waste

Lumpy tomatoes

Rot in the pile

While the wicked

Take their time

Laughing out in echoed chambers

Filling out the dreaded papers

A disgusting fool

With feared hands

A worried time

For a worried man

Make it interesting

Deliberation

Of a mutual sensation

How to hold on

And let go

We will never know

Don’t bore me

With the thinkable

Rather empress upon me

The ideal

Transported in one step

One moment

Arrest the dogs

And bring them home