Bogdonavitch

Standing on top of Bogdonavitch park in San Pedro wishing I could escape.....

Bogdonavitch

 

 

I stood at the top

Only the Sun was higher

There were a few scattered souls,

Milling about

But my main companion was emptiness

The sea surrounded me

The harbor to the left

The Pacific to the right

The Sunbeams my spotlight

For I feel like a thespian, in a one man tragedy

I stretch my arms out wide,

To touch the wind

Hoping maybe I could fly

Maybe, I could have hugged a cloud and

Said hi to Jesus

I dropped my head again,

Peering at the LA harbor

The cranes didn’t know my existence

The harbor seemed like a wide, vast moat

Maybe-if I get a running start

I could have jumped my way to freedom.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Damn. The imagery was no joke.
This was some deep, seriously heavy thought.
It would make an excellent black and white indie short film.