This is a poem called I Lost Something of My Semblance.
"Spring is piss warm and ambivalent,
a trigger to the head I would have cradled.
Are you full yet, rotten consciousness?
Your demise quickened by catering.
The eyes of a monster child looking for a piece of fence
to chew.
The death inevitable of your mother followed by phone calls
to unavailable agents, meningitis,
airborne in a cramped aircraft.
The ruin of everything through rumination.
A lifelong dream you could have just bought instead of dreamed.
The dust ruffle flutters and an eerie wind towards the room.
Oh, California, there's nothing more
to be said or done about you."