Tag: Los Angeles
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I saw limes twisted and sucked dry, void of juicelying loose, tying the noose, the end of the dripall roly poly on the happening quartz counterlike a space wanderer in a cradlebedding down for the log nightdreaming broken glass kaleidoscopic tightto the missions of a windmill baby lost in my…
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Drawing blank French bread on a typical Thursday after a harsh rainstorm. Sometimes I feel empty. Sometimes I feel as if my soul is an unbodied mortal shell, a cistern with but a drop of water. Whatever can I gather from that? This. Wayward thoughts. Banana leaves. Golden taco trucks…
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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…
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It was somewhere between Q-Town and the LA basin of all that glitters and orange grove cathedrals that there came the great snow and I was forced to shut down in some Arizona town— I was in between lives, feverishly dodging the corruption of compassion that come raining down all…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 