California,
Life
Moved
Slow,
Realizing
I Had
Nowhere
Left
To
Go,
Or
Fall
Into
The
Sea,
And
Lose
What
Remained
Of
Me,
As
All
Dissolved
Into
The
Blue.
I Was
A
Refugee
From
NYC,
And
For
A
Time,
Went
With
The
Fabled
Flow,
But
I Resisted,
And
Kept
My
Visit
Brief,
Time
Being
A
Thief,
And
Journeyed
Back
To
Live
Ten
Stories
High
Watching
The
Days
Go
By
As
Painters
Do,
In
Yet
Another
Hue.