Once Bitten, Twice Healed

The lights are on
The books were read
You walked in
Your ankles tied
Your mouth dried up
Your eyes just flew
A couple words
You walked out
I never knew once
I could feel so tough
Baby, Baby
I had that ice
Fire with water
Chilled with a twist
Of lemon
No need to look back
No reason to act
Baby

Strips of Cohesion

Slide in urban bases
A slick dharma bum
Ten kms on over
3000 miles out
Existential treadmills
Burning the lumberjack logs
Existential treadmills
Running on a full tank
Dickens' expectations
Met once there before
Break on out of the huddle
Throwing deep to score
Existential treadmills
A sneak attack chills your spine
Existential treadmills
Running on a full tank

Drum Flickers And Flicks

Yellow lines run
From East to West
Longitude
Latitude
To soothe your iris
Like bamboo leaves
Like nights in London
Like hits of sunshine
Like flutes from Freetown
With roots in beet fields
But.....
We never ride
Olly Olly
Oxen Free
We take all the bread
Shove it down
Burp pleasantries
Too little
Too late
To ride
Olly Olly
Oxen Free
Silly me

Great Expectations

I remember we met up one night in the Bend
In debauchery
Out by the basketball rim
Off the rainy deck
The party started
It lasted for 17 years
I tried to let you go
In so many ways
I dumped you in Deutschland
I tossed the images
Digital and unconscious
Only to have them seep back into my skull
Only to have you come back like Jason to Crystal Lake
Siphoning my willpower
Through glasses and pints
A feast on the sciatica
A mellow after the feast
But I realized that you were really
Just a figment of my silly imagination
Kind of like many romances
That were created and dissipated
Not unlike matter
I don't need you
I never really wanted you
I was just easily tempted
These days, more tricks are necessary
Let's see what you have
I'm ready to battle

Fog and Sun Sitting In a Tree

An activist
A verbalist
Trade analyst
Peace terrorist
Tech scientist
City sociologist
Urban psychologist
Cunnylinguist
Epicurist
Horticulturalist
Sports Physicist
Exhibitionist
Macroenvironmentalist
Mysterious Countenance
Futurist
The Yay

The 110

On the freeway
I whirl by Staples
Center of the Finals
Core of Lakermania
On the freeway
Shift left on the 101
Not undone by puns
Big and small
On the freeway
City of Angels
Opens up on Slauson
Rep on corners, full flossin
On the freeway
Jack pops out the box
Feeding shortstops and vatos
Colorful homes
Chains snatched up at Roscoe's
On the freeway