Surviving California
Joe Raposo, Joey Cape
Skid row, marginal
Some will call it home
Emptied for the art walk while the missions close
Pop-up tent cities abounding
Birthing scant displaced humanity
As we diversify
We spill from cities
Beyond the wealth crest
Traditional boundaries
Everything meant to burn
Thirty-year cycles
Mud pots, sandstone bluffs
Crumble and erode
Fault lines, fortitude
Small streets swell into grand avenues
As we devalue
Debtors of the dream
Living oblivion
Skin-deep Sun-seeking
Life in the construct that's sold
Promised land, golden state, sunny, blissful
No longer affordable
Surviving California