a DAY IN L.A. / THE NOWHERE POEMS

 

A day where

 nothing fits.

lying in my room

sifting through

gypsy thoughts

of running away

to perform in a

carnival

with you.

 

getting a little

annoyed with

my pillow and the

fat cat sleeping 

in the middle

of it.

 

listening

for your voice,

but I can't

hear it.

and just over

 the hill,

I travel

maybe today

I will arrive.

anywhere

that is away

 from here.

 

I would love

to  topple the

highest building

In this concrete city

 to the ground.

 and plant flowers

and gardens on it's

 concrete floors

and knock out its cold concrete

windows with a stone,

 

caught between

the greys

and whites

of down town

Los Angeles,

 

wondering how

 anyone ever

 escapes from

this place alive.

 

 

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