Daybreak

   the smell of brimstone
caked to my nostrils
     I watch my coffee brew
     and i
recall that once
     while parked on
the 405
         i
     fell madly
          in love
       with everyone! and
while there i wrote
something so beautiful
     it made your devil cry!
-turning Sepulveda into a
     long winding
river where
     kayaks rose from a single
splendor of thought
     and hipsters, fashioned
out of the finest tonics
floated like duck feathers
     to the west side for
the most amazing ramen
in all
   of Los Angeles