Saturday, March 27, 2010

The city of LA






















Sweet and sticky and windy
and seedy and the glass reflects
dreams, it seems
The place of stories
bought and sold
only a few get through
The lights in the night
on the windows
of the taxi, on the way home
with your friends
and your thoughts
that house in the hills
A song that takes you back
Can this be real?
It is, and you are here
for now

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