Back from Purgatory
I just got back from Los Angeles and wrote some things that pretty much sum up how I feel about the place.
Midnight in Encino
Midnight in Encino
Drip drops still plop into miniature lakes and rivers
flowing through the streets, boulevards and avenues of the often dry valley ground
Buzzing frequencies still resonate through the air and sattelite cables spewing exaggerated
tales for a sudden jolt, a fearful reaction, and a buck and a half.
Wild men where are you? Hidden behind sad, lonely visages.
Held in place by infirmity and self-hate.
Wild Women where are you? Roaming the sewer-wet streets of little Armenia, Hollywood,
Compton, Inglewood, Van Nuys, Pacoima, East LA. Wasting away at the bars in Westwood,
Culver City, and the like. Tromping around the rotten Motels of Sunset boulevard being
beaten by a purple-hat pimp with 5 origional teeth.
Artistic minds where can I find? Wishing Hollywood bought gold. In small apartments
growing old or putting down that last buck for a trip to that wild girl's motel.
Rain falling down above me on the roof of the house where I lived. Wishing dreams
that once came to delight me could entertain my brain once more. Wishing nightmares
that in the depths still haunt me could forever belong to the past.
Hoping destiny lies before me down a more successful path.
Los Angeles- the city I was born in has alot of nothing to say. And like David said to
Goliath "I'm not afraid of you anyway". So go on crushing dreams and pretending you're
prepared. I got my rock and my sling and i ain't ever scared.
Been Everywhere
Stuck watching television with a busted guitar.
Sore throat wont mind the laughter.
Waiting forever for something to happen.
Blaming things on the rain or the funds that arent there.
My mind is still in Santa Barbara but my body's been everywhere.
Two days in the Bay Area; the joy that I have found,
in an old crowded city and and a new Techie town.
Riding electric trains
Five million megawatts
speeding by civilians, freeways, malls and parking lots.
underneath the madness
up above pollution
A thousand souls believed to be a bit closer to whats right
Back down to Los Angeles
Rainy and overflowed
Ready for analysis
Fate has to unfold
This itching itch inside of me
Awaiting Amazing artistry;
a work for all to see.
A piece that's worth a show
A phrase that's worth a repeat
The clock strikes the seconds that I lay restless
Incessant pounding on my head
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The viral bodies in my nostrils, my joints and lungs and throat
would laugh at my misfortune
if the knew whats going on
Misfortune is my disease that I catch at convinient times.
Finding reasons to fall short and excuses for my crimes
I use it to do nothing
To say life is unfair
To live with utter blandness when too lazy too add flair.
My mind is in Los Angeles.
My thoughts been everywhere.
Two dull days in the valley
takes you back to the first square.