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Roasting (Californian poem)

Roasting I feel very Spanish today roasting in the sun waiting for a bus that does not come. I tried not to show fear when I walked on the road the metallic dinosaurs passing by, as long as I am not in their way... How long have I waited now? One hour maybe? No cigarettes left. I'll be cranky. Americans are passing by, doing their hobbies, dressed up to "work out". Oh I'm working it out just fine here. written in July 2012, near Ventura.

Roasting

I feel very Spanish today roasting in the sun waiting for a bus that does not come I try not to show fear when I walked on the road the dynosaurs are passing by as long as I am not in their way. How long have I waited now? One hour maybe? Not cigarettes left. I'll be cranky. Americans are passing by, doing their hobbies, dressed up to "work out" Oh I'm working it out just fine here.