she
went to work
i’m
walking in the rain
my
clothes are stained
with
the excrement of clouds
the
rain is a shroud
that
covers this city
without
pity
on
those outside
because
of obligations
those
on vacation
ask
about the sun
they
came here to see
i
shrug
say,
“god
needs to pee”
walk
away
one
of their sweatshirts
read,
“wisconsin”
they
need to learn
in
l.a.
you
don’t talk to strangers
i
just came from a liquor store
put
a bottle on the counter
the
clerk was watching t.v.
looked
at the bottle
without
looking at me
“8.93”
he barked
turned
back to the t.v.
i
laid down a ten
walked
out
without
any doubt
that
that was
customary
customer service
in
los angeles
as
cold as the wet concrete
i
can feel through
the
soles of my shoes
gonna
leave it to her to text me
otherwise
i’m free
maybe
i’ll reply
maybe
poetry
is my wife
to
whom i’ve devoted my life
everything
else
is
just something to write about
poetry
is the web
i
am the fly
and
everything l.a.
is
the spider
i
may have moments
of
warm apple cider
but
anything being forever
is
like the fountain of youth
you
either give up looking
or
die trying
so
i grasp the moment
faith
in me is unwarranted
and
won’t lead to personal salvation
but
damn
after
all is said and done
we
had fun
i
never gave you excuses
for
an expectation
just
made the most of the moment
but
now those moments are gone
all
i know is i am alone
in
this moment
and
don’t know what the next moment
will
bring my way
as
i wander
the
dark streets of decay
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