One out Of...
Crowds slurp self,
in uneven swallows,
while swallows tweet
messages with hash
tags and @ this
@ that, I don’t need
those words, that haven’t
kissed clouds dusted with days,
dipped in mountainous terrain,
I don’t need those
adulterated utterances which
keep plaster in drywall
Flats, No, none for me,
I’ll take trunks of cherry
and beech and myrtle,
leaves as bedding,
moss the pillow
I’ll take stars for stories
to sleep, where dreams peek
back toward the city
bustle beckons, for a coffee
with strangers where, this
leads to that
then another
to share, new strolls
down the beach, hikes
through Tujunga, but we
dissolve, line turned dot,
without another, single
oscillating, only one, amongst
All, where light shines from
beating hearts, capillaries
distributing history
a thriving organism,
Organized and
Chaos, random
