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i don’t find my center staring at waterfalls

give me concrete gray

and streets of decay

 

i love living in l. a.

i didn’t do the day

but bought my coffee in the fading light

 

exit the metro 183

north hollywood

and head straight for the federal bar

 

irish car bombs

and i’m back on the streets

NoHo art district doesn’t take long to walk

but there are actors, artists, and comedians

weight rooms and karate places

and bars

 

i’m weaving a sidewalk thread

up and down the same streets

like a spider spinning a web

 

i look up at the almost visible stars

and think about the illusion of movement

stagger backwards

too much whiskey for head tilting

 

i go down an alley and light a smoke

there’s performances happening

inside every other door

and i’m loving this place

 

yesterday i tried to erase

the dark streets of decay

with a two hour weight lifting routine

 

i may not be filled with hopes and dreams

like everyone else in this scene

but i’m high on their energy

 

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