Truth

LA has turned
my skin
a different color.
The dirt lies thick.
There's a stain on
my forehead.
It won't come off.
I challenge myself
with the joys of creation
and the foundation of a
cash flow.
I should market it-
too bad I just want
to give it away.
Tomorrow will be crazy.
I must be ready for anything.
Yesterday was a let down.
Today I even got
the recycling out.
The todo list
almost got
completely finished but
I encountered obstacles,
I manuevered around them
as best I could.
Even played my guitar.
Tomorrow is tightly booked
beginning to end.
I should go to bed soon,
but you should see the closet.
Someone could hurt themselves...
maybe get lost for weeks.
I'd feel guilty,
but at least it's clean.
Unlike my forehead, which
has changed it's pigmentation
to something I'm not used to
and I'm pretty sure
don't like.