Orange is the color of fire
Fire is what the firemen put out
Firemen are the ones whose blazing salaries have helped to make Vallejo a city in flames
The flames of fire do not come from a stray match
But are the results of missed opportunities in the City of Opportunity
WalMart, yes, but no BART
Mare Island is a bare island
Downtown has gone downtown
Six Flags flutter; one is that of surrender
I flee the burning city every weekday
Only to come back and see and smell the smoke
That comes from the raging flames
Of an orange hue
The same hue of the sunset
For the sun has truly set on Vallejo, the City of Missed Opportunities.
I’m numb to the flames and the smoke.
I should be dead by now.
(written in 2008, around the time that the City of Vallejo was declaring bankruptcy)