Purple flowers and a yellow field
where the coyotes play
Rocky tranquility in the City Of Angels
Have you seen any miracles today?
This simple life mesmerizes
This is Nature 101
Do you ever see you reflection
in the setting sun?
New mix bleeds through the headphones
As the hazy sky covers transistor dreams
Tex Mex 'n' ice cream stands drip heart-felt Blues
As helicopters impeach the afternoon ...
Equality remains a mystery
Ascribed to the pen of Paul Bowles
Perhaps every winning proposition
is riddled with bullet holes
(Heard gun-shots last night)
Wild, the City's forlorn longing for trust
Nature, the pangs and remnants of lust
From this balcony I can (bear) witness the Sea
What if all our heroes were washed out/washed up
Feel ancient winds 'cross the City's face
All that's left is you and me ...
(Written on Banana's back porch)
Peace. -Todd