So I Live in California (An Ode to a State of Gold)
Ode to the sun drenched kingdom of valleys and beaches of rich sands and creatures,
rich is the soil and sands of this land I call home.
Once a mouse climbed into my shirt while I was trying to sleep.
Joyous are the crows that keep us company,
joyous are the hawks that soar the clouds.
And those quail sound funny too.
The sands of the beaches tell a beautiful story like a tapestry of yore,
is there nothing more I can ask for?
I almost stepped on a hypodermic needle twice this year.
Ode the place that thinks it could charge three grand for rent and the closest thing is a McDonald’s.
Captivating are the minds that declare soggy fries and “acceptable patties” a meal worth sitting in line for an hour at the drive-thru.
Ode to the weird mold spot on my roommates ceiling,
it as well calls this its home.
I raise my arms as the sun reaches the tip of the mountains,
I breathe in my first morning air, listening to the howling so loud,
to imagine this lump of putty and distribution palace anything more than my home would only be a vision of pure fear.