The Day of Simple Sophistication

First the horizon recedes then we dust our hands

Brush our shoulders fuck you skyline we say come

Back before morning you’ll get more of the same

Bitch and your tempestuous eyes tell me to take

Night’s cold empty flames a glass bouquet now

Listen kiddo you’re thwacking avocados again

You’re having a real day of it making up a song

You gotta crack it like a lobster then you dip it

In the buttah is what you sing you’re dancing too

Now maybe you mistake it for health this dream

Of gorgeous thoughts finer than the LA sunset

From atop Olive Hill but hurry up and finish this be

Quick about it the cityscape has all the elements

Of hideous uncertainty enormous hurt like a peony