looking up i see
nothing but bricks and metal
angels tip toe here
clouds in my eyes poof
under the hardened street light
hungover kisser
loneliness
Morrison Hotel
love me fo’ xs
spread the WLS
places i couldn’t go when i was a kid
words less spoken
Gen X’er chronicles the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan environment through poetry, creative writing, art, photography, and culture.
words less spoken 