Ode to the San Fernando Valley

Smog like the cheese

on a French onion soup

Unfolds toward the San Gabriel hills

As porn is created

In Chatsworth homes

by folks on cocaine and pills

It's 95 degrees

on March 13th

The river cracks and dries

Michoacan taco stand

Aromas fill the air

In Sunland, Pacoima and Van Nuys

While Encino puts

its sunglasses on

And prepares for the looming quake

Night jasmine creeps in

Over the 101

Making my native heart ache

My relationship with

the Valley is queer

I was born here and here I am surviving

My greatest wish

For this whole damn place

Is that stupid people would stop driving