sometimes in the middle of the night
i take the train from one part of town
and then back to the other side
i can’t sleep so i face my curiosity
tipping into the cleavage of the city
and her girlfriend moon
outside of the rolling cab my eyes
they register that it’s dirty
i swear i can see the car exhaust
black sooty pungent belching vulgarity
in the lungs of LA
behold the automotive crack pipe
then my attention flutters to the men
velvet skin plastic smiles and silver tongues
selling me a piece of Jesus and His hotrod
Hollywood Boulevard how much to eat me tonight
i burrow my alien feelings into the tunnels
and the cocky rail rides me to the platform
where humanity scrambles at the truth
of how small we must be to the Bitchgoddess
of everything all poets in history
have lamented about
to chase and purr on the formidable
lies that we are fed
only to show who kindness i wonder
i’m too old and out of time
to place gender or definition on my pleasures
the time to gamble with the rules and regulations
is quickly ending
at dawn pink and gray
with the smell of the city and
her beautifully cruel courtesans
on my hands and lips
i stagger up 7th street
and bum a cigarette from the Meals on Wheels guy
chat up Bang Me Billy and ask about his truck
we stroll to the rich folk Starbucks
he waltzes me up to the lines
we both feel very alive again
and smile at the young savvy people
when they turn up their nose
words less spoken 
Brilliant write. Hope you are feeling better today 💕
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Thank you poeta xo
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My pleasure.
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Hon? If this really a day/night in your life my heart goes out to you. You know I’ll always be your friend, as I said, it doesn’t matter to me what you do.I just worry. ❤🌹❤ Take Good Care xo
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Hi Jen I appreciate all your caring support. I’m good, I write just like everyone else in our community. I’m just another life experience spanning from my infancy in the 70 s till about 22 years ago. I’m finally processing a lot and I try to create beauty out of ugliness. Trust me I’m a tough cookie, a teddy bear and I’m healing. I’m also an L A native. Go Kings Go!!!! xo
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Love the gritty imagery of this MB! Published on Brave and Reckless https://braveandrecklessblog.com/2019/09/05/happy-mb/ and Whisper and the Roar https://whisperandtheroar.com/2019/09/05/happy-mb/
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Thanks friend xoxo!
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Restless in L.A. Great write as always.
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Most kind of you friend thanks for reading 🤘
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Fantastic, capturing the feel of a city’s underbelly. Just a sublime use of imagery.
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Shes in my pores 🙂
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