Life in L.A. (Lowell Area)

A poem, a wish, a joy, a sorrow.
A song, a dance.
A freight train whistling late in the night, slow, steady....faint.
Needs, desires, habits, strengths, weaknesses, urges, taunts.
Hunger, thirst, pain, pleasure, sin, redemption.
Racing zebras in the serenghetti.
Leaping dolphins on foggy mornings -- for the sheer joy -- simply because.
Pity, pride, hurts, healings, loving movement.
Lifting of spirits and bodies and minds.
Lips, tongues, gentle caresses.
Swipes of hair. Eyes that shine.
Dancing in the mud.
Wrestling for sport.
Slaps. Ridicule. Voices, angry, screaming, spitting bitter mouths.
Pieces of shit -- deflation of egos.
Cigarette smoke, blue clouds in endless, empty lapses of time.
Pills and spilling of drinks, tumbling stupor down staircases.
Words and lies and truths and bullshit
And conniving in dark alleyways
And sunlit gardens
And Immaculate churches.
Laughing in the rain, the downpours.
Smiling at the moon, drinking in the sunlight.
Crying for the dawn.
Wiping slates clean.
Hopeful, yearning.
Butterflies.