Recent poem: ODE TO 27 YEARS OF CALIFORNIA LIVING.

one morning during

my first week in California,

I woke up in my single bed

and felt like I was riding on

a Tilt-A-Whirl
reminiscent of long-ago days
at the Funland Amusement Park
in Wichita Falls Texas
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that was my introduction
to the unpredictability
of the Golden State:
fires
Malathion
El Nino
carjacking
more earthquakes
causing real damage
and no comparison to
rolling up and down
in a circle
on a Midway ride
easily turned off
after three minutes
of safe chaos