Wednesday, November 19, 2008

smog (the LA poem)

los angeles is a neuron
at the core of the psychotic mind
a shock of brilliance and madness
this atlantis demon of the desert
draped in a fabric
thin like smog
woven by the energy of millions lost
framed by confused consciousness
like a graffiti painting
this reality hits the wall
as the firestorms create their own winds in the southland
los angeles is the last to know
the nightmare of so many people here
create the sweet dreams for an entire world
if you have one way out
you go west
this is misery, this is beauty
and this is west

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