Aphrodite You do not love, in its entirety. You are dedicated to variety. You let your windows up in wintertime, You don’t mind the icy breeze. The wind bursts and hurls, Every frame holding faces Of the ones you claim to love. You wait for your Adonis. You waste time for a dream. The sands of time trickle, Not caring that you are now wrinkled For the ones you claim to love. You have children that grow up. You hardly notice their passing. Their laughs were never loud enough, To stir your heart and make you forget About the one you claim to love. You let your windows up in wintertime. You forget about the breeze. The wind dusts the time off your face, So you may still look beautiful, For the man that will never come
Inland Empire Oasis I am from a place where the Inland Empire expires, Without a trace of guns and desert heat. Instead orange trees put down their roots, And children eat organic food. I am from the house in between the “groves,” Farmland turned into grand driveways For doctors and ESRI employees to get away from each other Downtown Redlands holds hipster storefronts, Homemade foods, Nitrogen Icecream, and Fondue. We stand on the sidewalks without cash, Watching the doctors pay $7 for a scoop of milk. Skater Krater, surrounded by shrubs, Is filled with kids smoking spliffs with paint on their hands. Grafitti, small tags, roaches and memories. Paint layers on top of paint, we’re so high. We all gravitate towards Augie’s coffee, Through Prospect Park, To talk about leaving Redlands. Our parents sit inside. Redlands is caught in time, it has forgotten to progress. Go down the street to the milk store, There is still the dri...