L.A.

And so…

I’m writing in L.A.
Preserving the legends of our youth.
Assuring us a place in history
That no one will care to read.

We sit on this balcony
High above our dreams
Watching cars with their unnecessary noise
Swim quickly by.

There are whispers of our deepest fantasies in the linings
Of the dull hum that is city life.

We were there.

Wayward souls gathered around the Excitement
That haunts the spirits of pioneers.

A generation lost in change.

Falling in a city of fallen angels

We watched with divine voyeurism
A scene from life made a parable of lies.
Softening implications of need with cheep beer.

We could’ve done that—became heroes…
But we smoked cigarettes instead.

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About That One Guy

Jason lives, laughs and loves in the Land of Enchantment. He has been many exciting things in his life, but his title has always been "author." His book, "The Ruined Man," was a finalist in the 2017 NM-AZ Book Awards. Follow him on Facebook at: facebook.com/jasondegrayauthor Twitter: @infinityjones and Instagram @theruinedman and don't forget to check out his blog at universalshiftblog.wordpress.com

Posted on December 7, 2011, in Author, Fiction, poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I love this! You have a way with words.

  2. “There are whispers of our deepest fantasies in the linings
    Of the dull hum that is city life.”

    Love that. Immensely.

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