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[benponder]

exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers
jewels cleaving skin between
breasts

your caddilac reads four hundred horses over blue lines
you are going to reseda to make love
to a model from ohio who real name you don't
know

you spin
like the caddilac was overturning down a cliff
on television

and the radio is on
and the radio man is speaking
and the radio man says women were a curse
so men built
paramount studios
and men built
columbia studios
and men built
los angeles

it is five AM
and you are listening
to los angeles

and the radio man says it is a beautiful night out there
and the radio man says rock and roll lives
and the radio man says it is a beautiful night out there in los angeles
you live in los angeles
and you are going to reseda
we are all in some way or another going to reseda
someday
to die
and the radio man laughs because
the radio man fucks a model too

gone savage
for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love
gone savage for teenagers who are aesthetically pleasing, in other words
fly
los angeles beckons the teenagers to come ot her on busses
los angeles loves
love

it is five AM
and you are listening
to los angeles

I am going to los angeles
to build a screenplay about lovers who murder eachother
I am going to los angeles to see my own name on a screen
five feet long and luminous
as the radio man says
it is five AM
and the sun has charred the other side of the world and come back to us
and painted the smoke over our heads an imperial violet.

it is five AM
and you are listening
to los angeles

soul coughing - screenwriter's blues

I've mentioned before how the right song at the right moment can resonate with your soul and give you this rush of power. I'm going to go do stuff.