with a workload like a locomotive,
I think about how I'd be pretty damn
happy, living in a Los Angeles bungalow
somewhere in the San Fernando Valley,
next door to a place that makes motion
pictures -- dirty films -- and love
sounds, the hills burning in the summer
like the devil on heroin and then turning
green, like they're virgins all over again
in the winter (things are so backwards
there), and hope springs eternal.
(The song that inspired these homesick blues, "Time Spent in Los Angeles" by Dawes)
Raleigh, NC
3-16-2012
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