Walking On The Sky Over East L.A.
Going over
the bridge
into east L.A.
30, 000 m
ikes of lsd,
handful
of benn
ies.
Maria called
my name
from the b
ack of the
bus. Don’
t give a
fuck what
she’s sayin
g. It’s Maria
& that’s al
l that
matte
rs.
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Going over
the bridge
into east L.A.
30, 000 m
ikes of lsd,
handful
of benn
ies.
Maria called
my name
from the b
ack of the
bus. Don’
t give a
fuck what
she’s sayin
g. It’s Maria
& that’s al
l that
matte
rs.