Los Angeles I’m Yours

Los Angeles  I'm Yours

Well, I’m not going to Los Angeles. I’m heading to Santa Clara in California. The reason is I’m going there for job training. I will return as a certified Hyperion functionality technician. Or something. Wish me luck. I’m here all week and things are already delayed.

7 Replies to “Los Angeles I’m Yours”

  1. Bryce – that a lyric, right? From a Death Cab song?

    Why You’d Want to Live Here

    i’m in los angeles today: it smells like an airport runway. jet fuel stenches
    in the cabin and lights flickering at random.

    i’m in los angeles today: garbage cans comprise the medians of freeways always
    creaping even when the population’s sleeping.

    and i can’t see why you’d want to live here.
    i’m in los angeles today: asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble
    breathing and he said “it varies from season to season, kid.”

    it’s where our best are on display: motion picture actors’ houses maps are never
    ever current so save your film and $15.

    and i can’t see why you’d want to live here.
    billboards reach past the tallest buildings,
    “we are not perfect but we sure try.”
    as UV rays “degradate” our youth with time.

    the vessel keeps pumping us through this entropic place in the belly of the
    beast that is californ-i-a, i drank from a faucet and i kept my receipts for
    when the weigh me on my way out (here nothing is free).
    the greyhounds keep coming dumping locusts into the street until the gutters
    overflow and los angeles thinks, “i might explode someday soon.”

    it’s a lovely summer’s day and i can almost see a skyline through a thickening
    shroud of egos. (is this the city of angeles or demons?)
    here the names are what remain: stars encapsulate the gold lame and they need
    constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating.

    you can’t swim in a town this shallow – you will most assuredly drown tomorrow.

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