double time, time and a half, time
of time zones
of perceived notions, tones,
recipes for disaster and love wiping the plate clean,
sopping turkey giblet gravy with a fresh slice of bread.
Why driving to the airport
no matter whether I’m picking up, dropping off, going, or coming
in the drudgery of a circling traffic drone
feels like a change
leaves me with the tiny hope
that things are moving forward.
You could see Catalina from the top of Hollywood.
You could hear the glimmer of the ocean,
feigning only being 20 feet away.
Not just stuck in a concrete jungle,
it’s possible to feel like you’re on the planet Earth in Los Angeles.