Wednesday, June 9, 2010

6/3-4-5/10

Requiem 6/5/10

I no longer live in Ocean Park
though I am never far from that place
It is always inside me
the foundation upon which everything is built
Santa Monica
Where I was born
Where I watched my mother die
It will always be my home
and if I spend the rest of my life
living in the spaces in between
Still it will remain
a haven, a promise
and as for me,
I will be living in hope even if I no longer live
in Ocean Park

Shelter 6/4/10

Shelter she offered
so briefly given
but how could it be
when she was the tempest
and I was the aftermath

WWTWD 6/3/1o

In the bleakest of times
When the world seems destined
to fall
I ask myself
"What would Tom Waits do?"
And usually
things feel alright

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