On July 12th Old Topanga Canyon
I propped myself against a convenient boulder
Trying to match the cool I saw in you
With a green St. Pauli bottle in my hand
You were walking with arms stretched out like Boeing wings
A balancing act for an overgrown spunky child
And like a child you traversed the jutting rocks
And softly hummed some Smith’s song
It was then that I had a melancholic moment when
I realize that you and I don’t belong in this world
Of harlots and thieves
Anymore than YOU belonged to me
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