we are the lost boys of ocean beach we stay up late the music circulating through the air hanging from the ceilings the front porches the beach bonfires we are the lost boys of ocean beach me s2 and Wolverene …

Snails move slow on a regular Friday, "Regula", A friend of mine, whom defies the very meaning of the word. I think its his life work to prove that word wrong breaking patterns and spaces between meanings Like him, this …

When I while all are sleeping and the alley cats have long left their echos off the walls and the moon is a great pale hole in the back blanket of life far above anything known or seen when I …

I will greet you like the morning sun the dew on my porch or the breeze at my window I will watch you in the break of every new day Then to sleep with you in mind is the lucid …

past the burnt out streets our shadows slipped and scurried by whisked away by feet the breeze a chill to warm my closed eyes while falling in a tale a song for boulevards a harmony uniquely ours for random passersbys …

That last time, finished all that was left of me I feel like the American soldiers in Iraq Boiling in hot air as the vultures circle lower and lower Walking bent through the desert And oh how my journey has …

During December flying through frozen air my heart beating faster than humming birds and race car engines I have 10 senses and 8 are broken I wash my own laundry in a basket in the shower With bleach Tired Desperately …

It began on a warm summer's dusk: I was the most curious sailor around, She was the shortest robber. She was my gypsy, My short gypsy, My robber. We used to laugh so well together, Back then. We wanted to …

To know in an instant your ip address is ready for delivery To ready my transmission accordingly withholding nothing releasing all uncertainty setting back an whole planet of recursive lists on carbon manuscripts play games with emotions and question why …

At this speed nothing could stop me Only project my life into the next like a cannon ball rider where I would wait an hour or an eternity like she waits for me Its blurry at 110 mph like being …

It is positioning before away the large realization under a zero under the blankets inserting lines like they are before writing i should dive in a score and release a statement champions should dive feet first, lovers scalp first again …

A meaningless holiday yet one with which she shares her connatural native tongue with me flurry's of whispered words circling repeating No secrecy to vail each open like a trail to sea like river mountain streams miles and distance away …

Tear down these walls about me; kick down your doors remove your shoes and shatter the feeble plate glass with sight alone regardless I will take these feet to the mountain top in good order to serenade the lonely stars …

It was built whenever been there since I was a tike like scribes left us fat books that contain the odor of times forgotten filled with withered leaves these that sang themselves disgusted with rhyme poet vagabondian airs beats of …

The cold ocean breeze Bring a sweet sweet release From the long confines of the day Every work hour hollow Leaving more task for the morrows And of things and thoughts "left in play" Then the leaves all but seize …

Stay down young heart Stay down The dreamy place Has less consequence And a null in void Chance of rain No clouds come out No birds to sing No fat faced Americans in your way No Wall-mart No lost arts …

She Sways I smoked the days last cigarette adjoined by the crisp night air. Amidst the sounds of rushing waves to the shore. The sea sways. One great rhythm she plays. Pulse of the sea at the end of the …

People dance I write They raise voices to the moon from back alleys First floor balconeys I write They celebrate Thursaday as Friday Friday as Christmas Halloween mass Birthday zoo 2AM Sundays Saturday all day I write I write them …

Winds fall! With sweet desolation! Courage is a big sun Where is the mainland? God and adventure All old sails fight rainy waves and unknown currents And in this night, Alas, I am all that is old and weary Surprised …

Absence was in the air the night of the full moon dance across the sand their bodies rose and fell shadows in a blur of fire dancers and drum beats a harmony of light and people stood ashore for all …

When I while all are sleeping and the alley cats have long left their echos off the walls and the moon is a great pale hole in the back blanket of life far above anything known or seen when I …

The people all demand a new constitution One written once Defined by all And with no substitution A march of hands will mark The revolution Clapping chants and singing "no" Against corrupt institutions They shy from banks who Foreclosed the …

I didnt know crazy till I got older, Thought I was bold enough to hold a whole ocean of emotion. Know body told me I was joking. Or chokin on the words I had spokin Wrong was my minds image …

First quarter a flash light in the dark New beginnings I asked it every night to fulfill the promise I know the oceans currents swiftly change At one sixth of the earths gravity the new moon rings in this first …

I stood on the front porch. Aggressively acclimatizing myself to the rain and cold winds. Building tolerances for feelings and weather changes. Waiting for the one. A train sounded off indicative of the call that still needed to be made. …

Outside 10 fingers & ten toes In the the wind Holding onto an angel An angel holding me Somewhere in the middle of the Universe Next to a large body of water Full of dedication A trillion molecules No room …

softly now the light of day rises behind the San Diego skyline in joyus abundance of pumkin orange and deep sea blue enfused seperated like oil and water we may talk of love in a cottage what spiteful chance steals …

But not in her four walled fortress, it starts No, on a cliff side Seascape Far south on The edge of the end of the world Her peninsula stretched Out of view yet Foregrounded by Inspiration In front of the …

When when the clouds Grey out the morning I love this city It's a relatively warm shade of early morning Grey Compared to the previous days chilled and windy This was blae sky that reeked of rain pregnancy Falling in …

We were always moving but running away from nothing Always feeling like a disobedient dogs being drug into something called life Unscripted badly improvised while everything inside cried out for a plan I buried the map right here in the …