it is so quiet
i can hear the ringing in my ears
metallic shore of a tinfoil sea
it is so still
the houses in the street are bizarre
facades made of sugary marzipan
they live in their frosting
i live in mine while the gingerbread foundations
are eaten secretly by the tide
the only things that intrude
are cars and birds because people
do not equate on sidewalks of sugar
but let me not complain
of the places i choose to go and have built
however fantastic & unreal they become
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Sunset Heights
Escondido
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