A lovely day at the UC side of la jolla
the sun embracing
students and executives drinking
coffee at Peets
Skateboard artists roaming Whole Foods market
looking for friends friend in the stockroom
who can hook them up with their favorite flavored mineral water.at unofficial prices
Palm trees transplanted from elsewhere, probably Mexico,
where the birds came from – the ones that were
imported here illegally by pigeons who
released them when
pulled over by the cops, now
noisily dominating anti-immigrant soundscapes, even at night.
The look and feel of tropics at 60 degrees
Why does everyone around me have a sweatshirt on?
My swimsuit itches to jump off my skin
As the fog beckons at Black Beach
I stroll by Hondas and Toyotas
The preponderance of Jaguars
and their stoolie pickups from TJ…
And I wonder where
all the color went……
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you are the brave voice of a generation. in the end of this 21st century your poems may be studied for history. bet you never thought of that. for history that is burning bright and a cry of honesty. edward mycue
“the look and feel of tropics at 60 degrees….” says the strangest and alluring things –and accept it, assent. it’s an odd picture. who would make it up. it is truth captured without a thought for whatever has been thought ok before. it’s new, seeps. edward mycue