“San Diego, CA., Most Beautiful City In America.”
Grieving,
candles burning the streets.
Someone died here.
Two days ago,
A tent neighborhood was here,
‘luxuary’ apartments towering above.
And the neighborhood is gone.
I shouldn’t have have had that cigarette….
It was OK
Before that hill.
My walking slowed to a crawl
And breathing became labored.
But you can’t put coins in a ATM,
So now I have to have another one….
12.03.2023
06:22 pm
If it looks like Donald Trump, sounds like Donald Trump and stages an insurrection, then he deserves and earned his seat in court and jail.
But it’s 2023.
For myself, the country of the United States cannot be taken seriously.
I used to write and blog more because of issues like this, but there ceased to be a country worth saving a long time ago.
I need to find other issues worth writing about.
I need other muses.
To Do List
Write
Read
Walk….
to create worlds
and then go to them
My feet crushes alabaster snow
In foothills,
where dear shoot men
for dinner
At the summit
the orgies
can last for eternity.
But I have nothing to
read
they torched all
the libraries.
So I read the graffiti
on the walls.
I walked to the summit,
but they moved
all the orgies
So I only walk the Streets.
A tale of two libraries.
A guard walks through,
watching people at public
desk tops.
The library is new,
but feels like a prison….
There is a old building
that was once a main library
built in the ’40s.
The homeless now camp
on it’s sidewalk
blocking pedestrians.
Neither is truly free.
Bobo
It’s been
dry all winter,
So when the fire
came,
the forest
was ready to
burn.
I cannot flee.
They caught me
when I
was young,
still
attach
to mother.
I know
I’m not tied
down,
yet I cannot flee.
Tents burn,
people and
animals scatter
to escape.
The air
is
getting
thinner….
What are you?
Are you a toaster?
A painting?
Or are you what
You create?
I’m someone
perfecting myself
as a sexual being.
I am a bearer of orgasm
And ecstacy.
This is my way.
Who are we?
People walking,
while people sleep in
the
streets.
Is that an emotion,
A sense of helplessness?
A powerlessness,
despite having wealth
Or fame.
Are we a people anymore?
Are we human,
Are you human?
07.21.2023
1848
I have apparently moved into a dive, a cockroach invested place 125 to 150 sq foot, with a cracked window. I wasn’t permitted to inspect this apartment.
Even if they don’t give me my money back, I’m reporting them to SDHC.
I’m being charged 300.00 dollars as a smoker even though I’ve never smoked in the apartment.
I’m tired of people like this exploiting people.
Airport 992
I ride buses
to
get to work,
to visit friends.
I ride the 992
to get to work,
But more often
I desire to
jump on a
plane
and
fly home.
Here,
black are
seemingly always
poor and
of lower
class.
I’m only here
to make money,
Only be abused.
Liferaft in the Abyss 