Signal Hill

If you were to sit atop the hill during sunset,
you could watch the thousands of homes and cars
within Eastside
begin to turn on their lights.

((This is the spectacle of that neighborhood
waking up to challenge
the impermanence
of things like sunlight
and safety))

Signal Hill was run over in 1823
by oil rigs that pumped metal
deep into the ground
to make money
after all the natives had been silenced.

((The oil rigs covered the Hill as if the earth were hissing
- its hair raised in defense))

The Hill was then pumping,
groaning
and breathing
like a vitriolic beast
crouched
against the rest of the landscape.

This, was something beautiful.

(dear) run-away

don't you know,
im yours

(dear) run-away

see the world,


you help my eyes open
you help my eyes close.

in the process of making jewelry...

I’m stripping an old clock
down to the gears
I want to see how it works
I want to see how it wont anymore

tearing out legendary rules
I wonder if I am breaking its heart
or just setting it free