666 Anton Blvd, Costa Mesa, CA 92626 ~ Thursday, January 8, 2026

666 Anton Blvd, Costa Mesa, CA 92626

Back in the day, we hung out, late at night
at the Noguchi Garden, together
call it punk, call it goth, or death and gloom
killing time, liquid sunshine dazzle, bright

instinctual coping mechanism
necessary for birds of a feather

to bond together in the practice room
how the garage became our music space
even though our neighbor through a prism

decided noise was a matter of choice
apoplectic, we thought he had a stroke
yes, eager to strike a chord with one voice

we hung out together while we were broke
except we never became rich, what grace

haunts the sculpture garden, we had our fun
until graduation, we moved away
no longer able to afford to thrive
given the expenses of sea and sun

over the years, we met for reunions
until we got too old to care, they say
time and again they are busy, alive

living in paradise, somewhere not far
at least, we had our fun, such opinions
transform our core beliefs, for without faith
ephemeral moments leave solid ground

as the weight of smoke cannot face a wraith
time becomes grains of sand, a treasure found

neglected for centuries, buried car
in an enclosure, left immaculate
guaranteed top dollar at an auction
how long ago we drank some concoction
together, birds of a feather, sealed fate

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