othelladub's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- morro bay flight a salve for your lack of a target -- and morro bay is not so far away nor san luis obispo; the screech of mchenry in modesto the wind in my face, like a sea lion in monterey; the salt of the spray of spain; the tire marks in the mud in dublin, ohio * the rising water in lake oroville - the cement cracking on pomona avenue in chico, california. san diego glistening in the night. the hyatt bar above the city light. barstow and baker, shit-stops indeed. san bernadino, a friend is in need. good fountain valley, a fog-walk away; venice and hollywood, 405 to 10 to dismay; north hollywood - new on the map; pico and alvarado, right in my lap - gothard in huntington - costa mesa and newport - back bay is trashed, garden grove new court; all the fine dining from orange grove to sea all the rich pricks in their mercedes' all the li'l kids running loud in the street all the old bastards alive in their seats enough vigor to spill into me enough disregard; enough enmity teardrops of lemon drip licked by my lips you with the sway and arc of your hips sun's coming up sun's coming up now nothing is broken be happy, and i will find a new path 1:44 a.m. - 2002-12-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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