Friday, April 10, 2015

homeless, helpless, helpless, hopeless but yknow, Stupid Rich

I have officially 'gone homeless..."
its not a long story,
but lets just say, I got evicted from my luxury Oceanside apartment by the Mission,
and then, when I heard the Mission Bell ring
I knew this was indeed, Hotel California...

Ah, careers...I don't know if I would call it 'that' but let's try.
My resume is rife with plot holes, rabbit holes, and a few runaway robots.
So, in the interest of brevity,
I know that now, I'm done with being poor.


 Day after Day, I see my life rife with opportunity - yet, there is no landscape upon which to paint.
I run this way, then, that way, and then stop
hoping to collect the ether of fortune...and stillness abounds.
silence abounds
in a law of dogs barking, lost angeles has claimed me, and here I sit, overlooking virgin territory
like an outlaw
like a mercenary soldier of fortune,
I see, I await,
and I invoke
$ten million dollars today

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