thank you
times two suns
and ten hundred other small things.
dear California,
my feet are fine.
do I ever sleep?
no, I take the long way.
one of these mornings will be so violent.
I spout hymns and my mind is turning into fiction.
have fun.
I'll foot the heartbreak bill.
these are my last words for you.
laws burn but I have found myself in a blind man's eyes.