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
Thanks for the time
Paradigm
Shift
Over our eyes
Thanks for the truth
When there are lies
When I am lost and
Found
I know where I can sound off
The truth
Thank you
Don’t wait to return
Educated from the ill-fated
Decisive ability to divide
Than to unite
A tenous copper pipe
Winding through our hearts
Off we go
The hills
Way above the city
Where the dense fog lay
Is a town
Sleepy and slow
With shadows over the town
Trees and roads
Wind carelessly
Through hills and valleys
We rest upon these hills
And regain
Strength
The feeling of departure
Leaving a situation
A city
Streets of the commonplace
A place
Where the hole human race
Walks the same streets
I will be sad to depart a city
But for great opportunity
I must let go
In order to grow
The city has taught me
Many lessons
Now I must go
Spilled milk on the Red Line
Veins of white
Rush down the floor
“That ain’t mine”
The lady with two hats on yells
The man
Visibly exhausted with his head back
Is not one inch close to conscious
As the white pours through the isle
Pictures being snapped
A moment catches
The woman with the bike laughs
Late night Red Line
Public transportation
Strange spilled iterations
As the winds wind through
The tunnels
Below the streets
Of L.A.
Fill
Pull
Roast
Start the clock
Green beans fill the roaster
With another batch
Of sweet fresh coffee
On 6th Avenue
To be sent all over the city
Fresh cups to fill
Warm sport to enjoy
On a cold winters night
The desperate times
Desperate measures
Come up with something good
A productive measure
In times worn thin
As the veil of light
Through the morning curtains
We have to continue to
Rely on food decisions
To set us right
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