AN ODE TO L.A.

This world does not skip a beat—
it waits on them.

Onward and onward
stretches the flashes of metal
on the urban concrete.

Long days
spent in odors of exhaust
on the discomfort of
cheap car leather.

The constant buzzing of horns
and angry gestures,
heat piling inside
and out.

Never-ending is this scene.
It’s a mind-wrenching saga
with no end in sight.

I don’t miss you and will not return.

Please,
keep your tightening veins
and wasted hours.

Love – a regretful visitor.

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