Ode to Los Angeles Which Freeway? 101? 405? I know that I will not survive. In gridlock Any route I take Will make things worse. …I’m running late! Trapped in a sea of cars Considering moving to Mars Or an isolated Alaskan bay, Very, very far away, Which could mean snow, Rain, or a blizzard…dare I say? Cold weather, What a concept We are slaves to the sun. And when we get wrinkles Endless work must be done. If these are the struggles Of an LA purest I shudder to think about The life of a tourist. Take a Starline tour and see The fancy house of a celebrity Who probably moved out last year Or never even lived here.
20 Pillars of Salt
