Curvy palm tree in Beverly Hills

With red lipstick and soft volumed hips

Knows her beauty is better

Than west or east Dakota

Her source is far and long forgotten

She thinks of time here and now

The sun beats any future wanting away

And the past is too painful to be present

What do the beaches of California tell us?

Sandy average people

Look towards better

Sometimes better comes

Sometimes emptiness

Sitting near the sand

We see personal monsters and gurus

And women with spiders jumping from their breasts

Fear has a secret second nature

Which beckons us slyly

To look towards the palms

By the ocean