Along a winding path
Paved sun-glazed cement
Baked with a hazy grey sealant
With summer shoes
Raking the rocks
Along the freckled
Grass
Sunscreen scented fragrances
Illuminating hiatus
Under the strung out
Santa Monica Sun
Braided greens
On the west end
Seems
Over to top
Beside the ocean
Good times
Signed rhymes
Of uncharacteristic hue
What holds me down
Pushes me up too
Coffee afternoon
From a day well on
It’s way
Through the orange
Lights of morning
On the 405
Driving
The drive
Wake up the senses
Into the day
Onion opinions
The popular trend
Begin again and again
With the same refrain
Said for days
A lazy sleep
Will wish me away
From the stinky options
Of spoiled onion breathe
Upon a delicate day
Casts shadows of death
Take the helm
In a shaky ship
Overseas
Of the blunder
Under the
Tip
Sauntered hopes
Left behind
Picking up moments
In the nick of time
Walk back slowly
Around again
Healthy hopes
Once may win
16 fluid ounces
On a can
On a table
In a bar
Around the corner
Screams out
To drink
Ribbon silk
On the upper stilts
Held up
While I am looking down
In the heights of love
But down from the
Wedding gown
Beer eyes
On a late night
Feeling up for the changes
Coming
In plain sight
