the rain falls upon

the city of angels

a thirst-quench

drenching

to wash away all our sins...

mc-mansions on hillsides

teeter perilously

as grain by grain

the sand slips away

mother earth

pissed and angry

for the scars upon her face

she will pull the rug

out from beneath the unsuspecting strangers

who aid and abet the guilty

while showering love

upon harmonious gardens

blossoming and fruitful

life and light

echoing through the canyon

-2006