wildfire sunset

this weekend

Just drove north on the 405, randomly chose an exit...
this is 5 minutes from Magic Mountain.

...

I noticed what I thought was a bunch of trash
in a pine grove just off the path.
What I came upon instead
was all that was left of a red tail hawk
who didnt go down without a fight...
feathers scattered
in a large spiral pattern
A crow cawed plaintively
as I investigated
and then a big gust blew
half the feathers
up and away,
a sublime final flight

***

It was incredibly windy...no really
it was strong enough to push me uphill
but it also tried to shove me off a cliff.
I had to lay flat until it subsided.
But all that wind meant I had
Castaic Lake all to myself
(except for the one guy I saw fishing)

!

It was so windy
that this duck
which I passed on the way in
was gone
on the way out

on today's walk

...

also

&

on your marks..get set..GO!

The Ballad of...

They opened
She fell in.

She opened
He parted.

He parted
She opened further.

AM/PM

It had been meant in an innocent sort of way, but it just hung in the air...pulsing...gathering blood like an erection.

While inside my head

Also,
while walking,
I saw
in a peaceful green yard
toys after a battle
A dinosaur and a crocodile.
the dino on its side, its mouth suspended in a silent roar
the croc on its back, its claws scratching at an impenetrable sky

HER: This is my friend, Bella.
HIM: Bella, that's a nice name.
ME: Yeah. Things with two "L"s feel good in your mouth.

ode to my fan

the blades slice the space into infinity
and I sleep better
when the particles of my day
disperse

Yesterday saw a red tailed hawk perched on a street lamp on Centinela Blvd (ironically centinela means sentinel in english)...and it just seemed so out of place, out of sync with the traffic signals and the 7 eleven and the dotted line of cars below. And in that moment I was the hawk, taking it all in from a perch, just trying to adapt to the neverending set of changing circumstances and moods, belonging to something else but needing to survive here.

And what I had known in the morning with certainty seemed of little use by the afternoon and barely believed by night.

peeing is believing

While I laid on the grass by the koi pond a little girl, no older than 4 approached me.

"Some people pee in there.", she said authoritatively.

This Weekend

Huntington Gardens is the best LSD i've ever taken.
And even though I felt very on drugs the entire day,
I was still "that" person, the one people ask for directions,
the one people ask to take their picture.
4 different couples asked me if I would take their picture.
they stood stiff as boards wearing magazine smiles
in front of all this aliveness.
Very polite.
I enjoyed imagining them having sex.

The trees had A LOT to say, obviously.

Butterflies always seem like they are in love
or flirting...
Flowers only know how to give.
A woman got so excited about the praying mantis on this rose that
she summoned over a complete stranger (me) to share the experience with her.

It was like we all sort of 'prayed' together...

everything has a story.

...sort of a cross between a snake and a puppy.

reading the CNN crawl of my mind

is that a building in your pants or are you just happy to see me...

what I think
is less than I know
what I know
is less than I love
what I love
is less than there is

"It's as if someone squeezed the juice out of I every bad decision I ever made....and added bubbles"

On the rooftop parking lot of STAPLES
to document the glorious sunset
Had my iPod going full blast
dancing around, singing and snapping away
thought I was the only one up there.

Nope...
A young man was getting a blowjob in a parked car.

Like I said, GLORIOUS SUNSET!