charles rocket.
political
i haven’t slept on my back
in over twenty years.
oh! i haven’t had coffee
in coming up on seven days!
today’s world
is a nice change of pace for me.
outside, the fog makes it look like
the fifth of july.
doesn’t it?
on the radio,
there was a brief recap of
the ‘92 summer olympics.
if not, there should have been.
never forget.
i wonder if magic johnson ever got tired
of all the hugging.
nevermind.
around that time– maybe ‘93 or ‘94–
i had a friend
who would stop everything
to pray towards mecca.
it didn’t make sense at the time.
the only thing i’d ever done that religiously
was nap.
wait, did i just see hugo chavez?
driving in a chrysler?
down laurel canyon?
away from hollywood?