sleeping dogs
in sunshine,
dust already sparkling
on its way to the heavens,
in the early light
a thousand splinters
spiraling with the flies
and tilting with the passing cars
that lull us to sleep
every day
all day
for as long as we can remember.
los angeles sings in the morning,
even the hangovers
are smoother and calm
as the ocean laps like a toungue
at the toes of sparkling mountains
worshipping this city
alongside the bums
and lovers
and preachers
and dogs.