" TO LIVE OR DIE IN L.A. "

On barren shores
Some, in their discourse desire
A combination of wit
And seriousness.....

Where once an apparition
Haunted my emptiness
So lonely,
In my stranded want
Of secrecy,
In a naked yoga pose
I scream out
Into the morbid abyss,
And the echo
Divideth,
My mortal coil
Where the angel of death
Comes to me,
And begs me,
To flip a coin
For, on these barren shores
I am alone,
In my
Way,
Of living...