We departed the mountains in darkness
The Sun’s yawning stretch cross-continental
flailing at my back
Banks of artificial light burrow
through the mists to find the sea
Shadows of stone lay down
in the rearview
lost in night’s repose
The wet streaks the windows
Magnifies the twinkling lights
of the city below
Bridges arced with fireflies
spanned the straits
Midnight blue in glass
like blood from a wound
In a world tilted downhill
Touched ground on Hastings
and dissolved into the mists
Coffee House Irish Whiskey at 3:00 AM
Smoking hash with some freaks
in a cold flat under a bridge
Stranger in a strange land
No Heinlein Hero, I
I wandered off at dawn
til my boots found the sand
English Beat on my Walkman
Sunrise on English Bay