oh, my california boy,
who tastes of sweet summer sap even in redwood autumn.
i lay awake in fields of leaves,
basking in your glow, so warm it's as if i am floating.
in my dreams, i am falling from laguna cliffs
and running through yosemite; a ghost lost to the dark, woody horizon.
you haunt me,
the image of your head turning to look over your shoulder,
eyes a still, dead blue.
even in death i know you love me
a monster wearing a golden hollywood crown,
pasted to my pale north carolina blue walls
without a crinkle or tear on that beautiful tan face.
this was my melodrama,
and now this is my destruction. my terror.
