... Darjet


Almost Perfect


Down and out L.A. poets
sip out a red sun.
Santa Monica coffee’s pricey
take a holiday back downtown

taciturn dreams lost
coz she lingered then waited then went
one more heartbreak to seal your fate.
one more letter unsent

Hollywood’s so big
they got movies playing on the skies
I’m sure it was a 70’s re-run
rent-a-car bouncing on those roads

stuck downtown
with the smell
Mexican’s selling oranges
people painted concrete
down and out L.A. poets
sitting on the gutter
before the sun sets
I want to get back to Santa Monica
to Venice
to somehow feel close to you

Submitted: Saturday, April 05, 2014

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  • * Sunprincess * (4/5/2014 4:37:00 PM)

    .......an excellent write...I actually did feel like I was there....and yes I would have bought some oranges from the mexicans....enjoyed this one... (Report) Reply

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