All the boys are sparking, laughing mascara tattoos, crowd into the
back room, spreading energy, frisky & infectious. Night on the roof
with hot almond milk, faces pressed into the lights of the city,
sirens, helicopter searches, strolling cool eucalyptus boulevards
home between faux Spanish stucco & rococo security bars,
the luminous silver skins of crazy root trees lift sidewalks by the
light of a grinning moon.