” And therefore I’ve sailed the seas and come
to the holy city of Byzantium’
-William Butler Yeats
Drifting towards las California
surfing coast to coast,
in a state of frenzied hysteria.
In the city of cock-tail
baby it’s gonna be all hearty and hail.
Now don’t you believe those blind poets;
who proclaim surrender and succumb,
and miserable kindness is all the worth.
Truth is in youth, tanned body is all the mirth.
Ember sun, droplets of sweet-sweet wine
that cerulean azure sky-line.
The low hanging palm palanquins,
and the glorious home coming queens.
Before the golden Aprils begins,
sun-city is the new Byzantium;
and beams of warmth my holy mausoleum.
7 thoughts on “Las California”
Truth is in youth, tanned body is all the mirth…👍👍
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An excellent poem describing contemporary California where truth is in youth and tanned body is all the mirth.
Written in the style of William Butler Yeats’ Sailing To Byzantium.
I love it.
Drac it’s so frigid cold here, I’m just dreaming of California. I guess ryt now a sunny place is like a Byzantium! 🙂🙂
Hope you manage to survive a cold Vermont winter. ☃❄
wow! this is gorgeous writing; makes me think of Don Henley’s song,’Boys of Summer’ —
Its very cold out here hence I am dreaming of sunny California 🙂