Books Of California

All these words i wrote

Those books were mine

From shattered avenues

Lost silver shine

“you can’t catch death” wrote my baby girl

But i’d left that street

And i’d left the world

Books of california

The library is my cemetery

A perfect place for my words to still sleep

Blue sky under ice cream clouds

A hawkline monster still dreams out loud for

Books of california

These words i wrote

Those dreams of mine

Of bottles drunk and city lights

And in oregon i wrote goodbye waves

So the wind would blow my words away

Books of california

All these words i wrote

Those books were mine

From shattered avenues