A prophetic poem
As unlikely as it seems, I have the same feeling. Something new and beautiful emerges, even as the shadows lengthen and the ruins grow around us.
It's four in the afternoon, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to say thank you
LA is warm and I like where I'm living
There's drums on Venice Beach all through the evening
The last time we saw the prophet his famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder....
For Sky Not Ending...
As unlikely as it seems, I have the same feeling. Something new and beautiful emerges, even as the shadows lengthen and the ruins grow around us.
It's four in the afternoon, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to say thank you
LA is warm and I like where I'm living
There's drums on Venice Beach all through the evening
The last time we saw the prophet his famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder....
For Sky Not Ending...