09-26-2011, 02:38 AM
I've heard of all the legends told;
beneath the clay and desert dust
of California, there's still gold
but plastic's hidden in each bust
of idols on the silver screen
who dine on cheese from happy cows
that dance while eating Lean Cuisine
then curtsey as they take their bows.
Our Summer-fires enhance the glow
of Sunset. Hillside homes (post-rains)
glide down on liquefacient flow--
come Fall, we pick through what remains.
Our skies are relatively clear--
pollution's but a state of mind.
God's been restrained and can't appear
beyond the fence where He's confined.