Gabriel Thomas

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"NORTH CENTRAL CALI" A Poem By Gabriel Thomas

"NORTH CENTRAL CALI" A Poem By Gabriel Thomas

The hills run

and they are green

and there is water everywhere

in North Central Cali.

 

Grapes grow

and call to

the better off

to get shit-faced,

to dissolve,

to forget those

“no problem”

problems

in North Central Cali.

 

The secret is out,

here,

in North Central Cali.

 

People have learned

where this

special heaven

is

and they’ve moved in,

moved in

in-force,

staked their claim

to some minuscule piece,

giving their lives for it,

their dreams,

their minds,

to it,

to some world sucking monstrosity.

 

And now

they wait

in their little slice

of paradise.

 

They wait

like many

in California.

 

They wait in the shade

of palms and pines,

under an orange sun,

pickling themselves,

pruning their skin,

drying out like jerky,

sucking the grape,

smoking the hemp,

sampling micro brews,

IPA’s,

exxxtra hoppy.

 

They wait,

and they will never own

what they think they will own,

and they will never leave,

and they will endure here,

through the HOA torment,

some social city agenda,

under doctors

who are not scientists.

 

They will wait

with their minds ruled

and less free.

But the sun is there.

 

The sun is right there.

 

They wait to die

in the warm, orange sun

of North Central Cali.

 

Mortgage insanity!

Freeway speedway.

A coffee shop every mile.

Organic.

Fresh.

Free Range. 

Farmer’s Market Hysteria.

Biker Gangs with 401k’s.

Children biding their time.

They are waiting too.

They wait

for that big chance,

that one shot,

that moment it’ll happen for them.

Just a little further down,

they think.

South.

Along the coast.

 

But the weather!

 

The ocean is there.

The sierras are that way.

Reno,

Tahoe,

Vegas…

Just a drive.

Close enough.

 

Close enough to suck you clean

and make you reprioritize.

 

Lime trees,

apples,

plumbs…

The avocado is God.

A land o’ plenty

with a population

of too many

and rising.      

 

Behind gated drives

and manicured lawns

and soundproofed lives,

the people cry “NO”

to Trump’s Great Wall,

and if I employed slaves,

I might say this too,

in North Central Cali.

 

The bums live well.

The elite seem almost holy.

The workers work

and try not to make sense

of it

or anything

in North Central Cali.  

"NORTH CENTRAL CALI" A Poem By Gabriel Thomas

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