Surviving California - Lagwagon

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