It was one of those great, enduring loves
from the second my eyes touched neon
translated to film, mountains less grand
but I knew they were something worth seeing
and those cut-glass skylines
flat, glittered landscapes

The people – they’re rich, they’re poor
they’re spending, they’re bleeding out
but they are so beautiful
so much more grand, more kind
than any I met here or before

A first visit or two showed me a darker side
but sleeping on an alcoholic’s floor
or avoiding a bloodied bathroom
only lends to my fond recounting
of tales of California



Filed under Poetry

6 responses to “C.

  1. awesome. for some reason, reminds me of John Fante.

  2. This is really vivid and beautiful. I love this πŸ™‚

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