” 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.