Bubble baths

Dipping my toes into the puddles of luxury again, looking at the same sun I did in Hawaii but from the cage of smog here in Los Angeles. One week before I begin the Pacific Crest Trail, I can indulge in all the glistening delights of downtown, in a town where people still look in mirrors. Meanwhile my ghost has been buried by the bureaucratic stack of numbers and names back in the castle at school. They are putting idols on my tomb like Stonewall Jackson would pee on the grave of some poor runaway slave. Aloha Hawaii, Aloha huge oranges, Aloha big blue ocean.