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I was in Los Angeles again

I could tell by the sky

That dome-like bubble

The smog

Making the world feel smaller than it really was

And the smell

The ocean swirled with pollution

I was walking

Trapped within the arteries

That flow and glow

4,700 square miles to pulse through

And I saw the highways and the byways

The clogged traffic, the whimsical blue clouds

The buildings

Erections of steel and glass

Penetrating the atmosphere

A good sky fucking

And then there was I in this peaceful neighborhood

Midwest-style neighborhood

Homes, grass, fences, a tree-lined street

And for some reason, I had a habit

Of going into people’s houses

I’d just walk right up

Open a door, go inside, look around, go back out

And then there was this sense of someone watching

Someone who was upstairs and I just didn’t realize it

Blaring eyes now peering through a window above me

On the lawn, waiting for a ride

From someone I didn’t know.