orange circle
back in l. a.
even the sunbeams are violent
this place has a different vibe
they mask the decay
but i know molecules
are always hatching an escape
plan
it feels so foreign
like i’m on a movie set
the front line in the war on
chaos
people keep staring
it’s hot so i’m wearing a tank
top
in l. a. no one notices
but here every one looks
is it my muscles?
even the irish pub here was
flat
i had a beer and left
every one turned and looked
when i went in
it didn’t seem sincere, real
i wanted to show them how it is
done
but i left
roamed the circle
is everything here about money?
appearance?
impression?
would anyone here get my story
i wrote last night
about a ghost and a vampire
who come to me in a graveyard
with an offer to make love
to my immortal soul
i turned them down
asked instead to be digested
in the intestines
of a dying donkey
customize and create
but never conform
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