Los Angeles 5/22

I have been talking
For a year at least
Through gritted teeth
And hurts running so deep
In circles about the relief
That accompanies releasing
Love when it’s time to go.

But I love this city
How the smog
Sticks in my lungs
Like the cigarettes I don’t smoke
The rush from one corner to another

Next to one of the best friends
I have ever known
From concrete canyon to desert mountain top
Breathe life back into me
This city…
A contradiction my black and white vision
Can see clearly, finally.

Even in the rain
We warehoused pain
All through the hard years
As the overture to the end of days

We spent them hiding firearms away
In empty rooms for the days
When trigger fingers itch
For annihilation, again.

Eyes so tired
From bearing witness
To cycles of immolation
Rats running a race
Everyone knows is a joke
Yet we run it all the same.

We earned our rest
Right here, in the blacktop
Concrete and steel, belly of the beast
In the ruins at the edge of the world
Watching container ships
Fade in the distance
A symptom for a sickness
With no cure.

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