Saturday, March 19, 2016

First Five Lines... -- A Poem by B. A. Oard

First Five Lines of a Late, Late, Late Beat Poem Begun Halfway up the Pacific Coast Highway between LA and SF and Abandoned in a Smoking Chevy Nova by the Side of a Road on the Southern Outskirts of San Francisco, Summer 1995.

I left the painted angels
down at Hollywood and Vine
to drive the olive coast and find
in the city of the saint.

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