“Hell
is empty and all the devils are here.” – William Shakespeare
whiskey
warming my world
it
may still be hot at 11 p.m.
but
the concrete façade of los angeles
is
always cold
even
though i’m told
i
should put forth positive vibes
to
create a consciousness of comfort
self-emanation
is meaningless
whatever
does happen
is
because it can happen
the
laws of physics linger
even
among ley lines
neon
lights flashing
“magic
inside”
i
pass by in stride
pass
the meditating yogis
the
high dollar strip clubs
the
dive bars
i’m
not going far
l.a.
is like a magnet
it
won’t let me leave
waiting
for the “don’t walk” to change
a
group of youth are talking
they
need to get home and sleep
so
they can wake up early
to
go hiking
kids
today
whatever
happened to
sex,
drugs and rock and roll
i
was suppose to be somewhere tonight
notified
with an amplified
wouldn’t
be there
now
i share a cigarette with
the
dark streets of decay
i
would bow my head and pray
but
in l.a.
you
never take your eyes
off
your surroundings
it’s
in the safety booklet
they
make you sign
when
you’re old enough to walk
everyone’s
worried about brain cells
that
are destroyed by excess
but
i want to eradicate all memory
clean
the slate
as
long as i don’t have to relearn
there
is no such thing as fate
or
repatriate to
the
dark streets of decay
but
can still say
the
gods are silent
because
they don’t exist
although
i also hate when science
tries
to take up the void of meaning
with
what their facts reveal
but
enough of words
if
you haven’t realized yet
that
everything but this moment
is
meaningless
there
is nothing i can do for you
misconstrue
if
that’s what you need to do
i’ll
take a swig
light
a cig
wear
this song i’m listening to
like
adam without a fig leaf
before
the fall
till
i am all and nothing
but
arms extended at the edge
dropping
from the ledge
without
faith that the wind
will
carry my weight
as
a salvatory solution
from
the juxtaposition of
the
jagged rocks below
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