Driving L.A.
from the ocean
east into the city
and back again
at 4:19 a.m.
No cars on the road,
no copter blades in the sky,
high and peaceful -
the phone is finally off -
No one screwing you
and no one you're trying to screw
in broad daylight -
just don't let us,
the descendants of the
forked tongue fool you;
the real vampires sleep just fine
at night -
and as the
empty streets blow by,
the memories of you
fade out and in,
for that single moment,
I disappear,
and the only
thing that ever
really mattered,
matters now
like it never should
have stopped:
just
the street lights
dotted green
as far as the eye
can see
and the
sterey-
erey-
oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!
Blazing the trail
to everywhere
I long ago forgot.
Los Angeles - 7/25/07
