Misquito Milk

The soul of California
     rolled up
into weekends of white
sand and blue sky
This is a dawn-
a dawn of a new era
in my mind-
  dreams of a new caliber
and stories of
glossy water sunsets
and fervant nights.
misquito milk,
thick with red lust
and tragic black death...
     well there's
white sand and blue sky
Allman B's and drum circles
green plants and surf boards
         and there's
misunderstandings and arguements
dislocation and locomotion-
                  so
just let go
just forget.
for one week,
do what you wouldn't and give it up
give up a control binge that won't ever settle
the world rotates,
the sun sets,
people will be scoathing of dirt,
death will come,
the past is gone,
the future is so far away,
                 so
just let go
and take the ride
figure it out as it comes-
as it's given,
as it manifests-
all the things you didn't expect-

and love the night flowers,
embrace the loathing.
              
or at least learn-
to deal,
because that is rock bottom
line
life