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Hey, You Never Had Hope to Begin With!
A Farewell to LA
Wait!
it is the waiting period.
remember?
hello?
right now is that time
when you are waiting
and making those
dreams?
and plans?
stop.
you are waiting
get your mind
out of your head and
onto your feet
cause you are not God
or Chris Angel
and you do not
know how to walk on clouds
or water
or levitate
or talk through
trees or snakes
silly,
why look back?
no one is there
memories are
faceless heads
and they mean nothing
look forward
but not too forward
cause sharks
can't swim backwards
and you
only have one set of teeth
live each week
like it's shark week
because who calculates
life in days?
we want chunks,
we want
chunks of time
not minutes,
not hours,
not seconds,
so take that big bite
bite big
bite life with big bites
and don't chew
just swallow
and look for that gift
at the bottom
of the box
cause life is
bottomless boxes
with plastic toys
so play with your
wife's stretched
botoxed lips
and buoyant silicon breasts
cause sharks
can't French kiss
and its more fun
to dispose of humans
in Purgatory
see you in "enfer"
enter here if you are done waiting
or turn left
for the 405.
Painting: John Collier, Lilith
Hello. If you are reading this, share your favorite LA or city poem, or better yet write one yourself!!
4 comments:
Ferlinghetti
Sailing thru the straits of Demos
we saw symbolic birds
shrieking over us
while eager eagles hovered
and elephants in bathtubs
float past us out to sea
strumming bend mandolins
and bailing for old glory with their ears
while patriotic maidens
wearing paper poppies
and eating bonbons
ran along the shore
wailing after us
and while we lashed ourselves to masts
and stopt our ears with chewing gum
dying donkeys on high hills
sand low songs
and gay cows flew away
chanting Athenian anthems
as their pods turned to tulips
and heliocopters from Helios
flew over us
dropping free railway tickets
from Lost Angeles to Heaven
and promising Free Elections
so that
we set up mast and sail
on that swart ship once more
and so set forth once mre
forth upon the gobbly sea
loaded with liberated vestal virgins
and discus throwers reading Walden
but
shortly after reaching
the strange suburban shores
of that great American
demi-democracy
looked at each other
with a mild surprise
silent upon a peak
in Darien
Contemplating Hell by Bertolt Bretch
Contemplating Hell, as I once heard it,
My brother Shelley found it to be a place
Much like the city of London. I,
Who do not live in London, but in Los Angeles,
Find, contemplating Hell, that is
Must be even more like Los Angeles.
Also in Hell,
I do not doubt it, there exist these opulent gardens
With flowers as large as trees, wilting, of course,
Very quickly, if they are not watered with very expensive water. And fruit markets
With great leaps of fruit, which nonetheless
Possess neither scent nor taste. And endless trains of autos,
Lighter than their own shadows, swifter than
Foolish thoughts, shimmering vehicles, in which
Rosy people, coming from nowhere, go nowhere.
And houses, designed for happiness, standing empty,
Even when inhabited.
Even the houses in Hell are not all ugly.
But concern about being thrown into the street
Consumes the inhabitants of the villas no less
Than the inhabitants of the barracks.
Hey, You Never Had Hope to Begin With!
A Farewell to LA
Great covert sense of humor and I like the connection between "enfer" and 405.
Anonymous commentors, thank you!!!!
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