California Demise

home of the saints burn down the walls

between spaces between friends

archaic angels pose in rows

and in my garden angels grow

they come inside only at night

interstatic sunbeams are the angels only storybook

they come inside only at night

interstatic sunbeams are the angels only storybook

friends

everybody sees everyone

they don't bother wearing seat belts

to protect them from the wreck

they've already died in the california demise