I walk
feeling cool rain on my
hot body.
I see
empty beaches,
bottles strewn,
closed doors,
silent streets,
silence.
Rain,
a magnifying glass,
it shows me the world,
how it is.
No great ball of fire
to blind me
hiding the figures
distorting the truth.
Passing others,
unsheltered
hiding,
fighting
to live.
Walking,
I stop,
think,
now this,
is Venice beach.
Walking.
Rain steams-
off
my
body.
Empty
beaches,
Bottles
strewn.
Closed
doors.
Silent
streets.
Droplets,
magnifying-
Human
debris.
Sky
fire
blinds.
Hides.
Distorts.
Passing
others-
huddled,
hidden.
Always
struggling,
grasping,
for
life.
Walking,
seeing-
Venice Beach
Holiday.
Guy: Ever been to the Bahamas?
Guy: Well, if you like to go then we can send you there for $300 for two weeks.
Guy: The first week anything you want is yours.
Guy: No, really, anything you want.
Guy: Yes.
Guy: Sure, whatever.
Guy: The second week you are owned by us.
Guy: And we wipe your memory.
-END
Insinuating Holiday Journey
I walk
feeling cool rain on my
hot body.
I see
empty beaches,
bottles strewn,
closed doors,
silent streets,
silence.
Rain,
a magnifying glass,
it shows me the world,
how it is.
No great ball of fire
to blind me
hiding the figures
distorting the truth.
Passing others,
unsheltered
hiding,
fighting
to live.
Walking,
I stop,
think,
now this,
is Venice beach.
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