California Woman

I know a young woman who once told me

she was

beautiful beaches under nightfall

burned by kids in play

I met this young woman from California one day

a contradicting Shiva

With further inspection

Just an androgynous soul reincarnated through each transgression

In the first life we knew each other well

Inside it

we were good friends

And then her smile became the means to my end

In the next she was Medusa

Wearing her face like a pin

Love ballads carved on the edge of bullets by the wind

A hooker taking head shots of smoke from congressmen

California woman

who once told me she was the desert sunset

Over the corpse of a beaten mob hit

California woman

Just an androgynous soul seeking hosts

but we're all crying flowers who echo its life the most

In my third

I play unseen character Whose boldness is pretty gross

Until the last page

Where

Alone

I carry mirrors by my side and play charades

while in search of a pheanix to dance gambits over their grave

In Hers

She's a roaring pheanix spilling blaze over carrion in its wake

California Woman

Rippled hair between her teeth

as she pumps smiles into her tears with dirty needles

used to carve wounds into desert heat

A little girl senseless to car detection playing ball inside the street

California Woman

your seal of patriotism is a neon sign tinged affection

The frowning, clown face resurrection

A brush stroke and canvas

Forced to bleed themselves

Until they accidentally bleed their own slipshod grown erections

Eat your fill of my suicide

It's trash after this reflection

It's all glitter and body paint

No one wears clothes anymore

In the land of perfection

Scattered words, itchy, dry-humped frontal lobes, and

protection