Bohemian shaded slandered summers,
breach breaks and sandy waves –
The sun sets in the distance,
a musty marine layer trails the day
collecting stragglers and painting with dew
the painted leaves of palm trees, pruned.
Fishing lines stoked – the evening has come.
It’s time for wanders to search for the sun
through fun and well-sought evening delight,
just to begin again – at tomorrow’s first light.
Eagar days transpire to rushed evening blues;
marine layers hold no judgement to thrust unto you.
But veiled anonymity, clouded inversion,
vile profanity all for the sake of diversion,
paper mansions, lines of credit,
fashion so sheik you can’t even get it,
Rodeo melancholy, Malibu’s design –
exclusivity has jaded these minds.
Sold on wealth, blind to their needs,
in the shadow of vanity
everything succeeds to me.
Breathe – deep breathes – slowly.
Hear my heart? Dare to hold me?
Bear my joy, burden my mind –
love me well… overlook time.
Live in the moment; the bohemian way
California culture tints lazy days.
Levity loosens the strain on my soul as
charisma weathers wanting wrinkles,
wanting to make me old.
But I am young and full of spirit,
fickly prickly fun, I can hear it – BLISS…
Tonight, California is my mistress.
Blisstramp 