The cruising train
and it's undyed puffing smog,
wind blare tone from the woods
and the daylight fog.
The rustling leaves and the petty
noise of squirrel's stride,
And the sparrow wood note
from the eastern side.

Hustle people baltering
In the eye on the noisy charm,
my head out looking
at the sunrise and the alarm.
Pensive oblivion felicity
with epiphany grinning speeches,
and my swirling curl hairs
in the breeze of Californian...