when i look out into the wilderness

california appears just beyond my deciduous horizon

with its rusted green doors of 

broken opportunity     of false hope to live

i want to climb the smoked out redwoods

and run into trouble when i crash

into a family of four graveyard ghosts

i am returning to my homeland when i pass through

but i don’t want to leave the eternal chaos of california

i want to feel my skin sizzle in the open

smoke rising from my dry secluded body

i want to see someone other than

the person that always avoids the dangerous landscape of

curiosity beneath the crunch of leaves and dreams