Number 44
A tentative pseudonym
Tucked down by the end of the earth
With a view of mountains
The door is a perfect 10 in three parts
Horizontally leveled triangle
Where the spirit of Earp lives
My age, oh, my age
Seen? Told? Past and present
On the “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”
Nineteen is so difficult
Because there is nothing in the middle
In the City of Angels
“Dani California” R.I.P.
But Earp lives on
Next to Route 66
By the town square
Thirty years is more beautiful
Someday
Somewhere
Another time
The people will rejoice
At the death of a devil
And the birth of a man
With faith
With heart
With love
A light
.
-Thirst