Fish Sandwich and the Sports Section

I owe you.
It took a real artist to find the beauty hidden in the desert.
It's almost right there in front of you, if you look hard enough,
But it took the right person to unleash it.
And all this green and jazz just seems to fit here.
Soft floating sounds and noises fill the air with peace.
Pasadena, I am your friend.
Fill me with peace.
You're lacing the desert with water.
You keep us at ease.

I'm Lost Somewhere in Delaware

I'm stopped here,
And this car's parked terribly.
I see lights up the road.
Are they coming to get me?

And who would've thunk it?
Castle walls on the side of a freeway.
A mystical forest full of wonder.

Oft do bees play on my windshield,
And oft do boys play soccer on abandoned parking lots.

Suicide Forest

West Tokyo, Japan.
A cold, early day in an even colder January.

Full of trees, this destination is never sought for pleasure, but for pain.
Good, my dear friend, you've left us for good.
Desperate and unidentified, you see no path to continuance.
Taro, where will you go? Why must you leave?
Your mind is the foundation your life is based on.
Use it.
But you see no path to continuance.
It must cease. All. Everything.
You bought a one-way ticket to the forest,
And in this forest burn trees for miles.
The dead are never found.
The officials fear more deaths.
Promises spent on 20 percent less.
But they don't care about you.

Built up inside, you want to die?
Or do you just want it all to get better?
Burn the forests down!
Burn the forests!
Burn everything that stands in your way.
Both you Taro, and Japan.

Save the trouble, and the trip.
Please Taro, please.
You will be missed,
Whether you go missing in the forest,
Or because we have finished talking.

Pacoima Love Letters

We lost some soul today.
Events that have occurred have now been erased.
Stories shared are now oil based, but not beautiful.
The factories have been overtaken by men who do no work.
"It's a shame," the man said.
His words were true.
This poetic masterpiece has been taken from us.
It's being held captive in one mans mind.
This beauty may never be seen again.

Hey Virga, Cheer Up

Hurry, hurry and catch up!
The cloud has been abandoned.
It did not want to continue on.
We must save it before it falls behind the hills and it is lost forever.
We can still repair it but it all gets blurry.
Where are the other clouds off to?
They float away to a better place.
To sit along the coast,
Over the water,
Where they are collecting,
Where all the clouds flock to.
To express.
For freedom.
To do what they do best without hurting anyone.

Hey abandoned, you've got the wrong idea.