SunnyFlare.com

bottle in hand.

tote bag on shoulder.

bright shades to distract from the sun.

multicolored herds always passing through the ausgang.

young tech entrepreneurs are having ego battles

while eclectic ex-models calm their babies with rattles.

regardless of the time of day anarchist hipsters crawl out and play.

straws are shared.

unless a user declares, “I’m HIV positive.”

in all of its trashy glory,

the poor are sexy,

the poor are schizo.

the disease of life distracts from obligation and death.

stability is often a big threat.

so many worlds collide: each so incubated and segmented:

the hi-tech start up gurus,

the fashionable freelancers,

the underground music and art directors,

the study abroad butterflies,

the college dropout slugs,

the seemingly flawless yet tweaked out supermodels,

the young spanish travelers looking for MDMA and repetitive techno beats,

impressive parties with tangerine sunrises,

the 50 year old deadbeat gay guy with his hopeless 18 year old boyfriend,

the old ladies walking their freshly trimmed poodles,

the mysterious absence of tap water at restaurants,

and the crazy month of april that brings all spectrums of weather.

tschoosie boosie.

-yours truly