Griffith Park (2800 E. Observatory Ave.)

You’re on the porch amidst the pith

Of seven rotten oranges

And regrets that

You unraveled after pulling them off the tree

I drove through cardiac traffic to get here

Bodies hanging out of windows, gunned the throttle

Killed the bottle, all so’s not, so’s not to see

My head was a sledgehammer

The lawns were impeccably manicured

But the council found a blade

Was out of place and that there’d be

Hell to pay, today

I'm here to exact revenge

On behalf of all the overwatered greenery

My luck, my love

Survived the blast from up above

Her hand, her touch

We’ll soon find out what’s left of us

You’d been underground for most of seven years

Since the studio wars went nuclear

They brought Mitchell from the nursing home

To negotiate détente

And in the aftermath they crawled out

Game show hosts and actors

Holy ghosts and pastors

Corn fed boys in leather

And an alcoholic aunt

Mankind, mistrust

The balance sheets had all gone bust

But my luck, my love

We’ll soon find out what’s left of us

I wanna take you to Griffith Park

I hear the radiation’s falling

We’ll put a blanket on the overlook

Watch the half-life neon crawling

Though the leaves have all turned black

I’ll put sunscreen on your back

And we’ll hike to the observatory

And when we get through with the park

I’ll take you to the movies

Though they haven’t got concessions

Or a picture on the screen

And we will dance the darkened theater

And playing it from memory

We’ll run through Kiss Me, Deadly and

We’ll laugh about the ending

As we pantomime each scene