LA skyline, predawn
all that glitters,
from the night
red dragons on the highway
crawl away from Eden
of another time and place
into the strange land
Hollywood, where
zombies kick trashcans
down the lanes
so you can’t drive;
everyone’s hurting.
Shadowed palms,
the cool breeze sweep
down cracked bourgeois streets
everyday until
I say goodbye
to all this,
what will I miss?