Life is full life is grey:

at its best it's just ok.

but i'm happy to report

life is also short.

so i find myself back in california -

i'm a coolie for the tourists,

those happy epicureans:

evil spectres from my own suburban upbring.

as i reveal points of interest, i can chat so pleasantly,

but it's hard to be cheerful when you feel so hopeless

and there's no reason for this dark mood.

it will pass; it will return, but will i ever learn ?

and the children of privilege begging for my spare change.

do they need my assistance to purchase their intoxicants,

or would they best be served a swift kick

slowly sinking in the vast ambivalent sea of california.