The destiny of Los Angeles
Oh
depraved wounds
in the gorged streets –
feetless people
walking around with fears
as coatsgoading the queen –
the march is on
and this treadmill of a lake
keeps on churning out stars.
Ohbought,
the time it took to save up rent,
I think this city’d be dentless
without meand somehow, in this void of you
modethis city has folded over twice
and has become soempty.
Just bought a poem from this guy as well. Does he have an online presence? I’d love to follow him.
Hey, Brandon! And… whoops! This is a late reply! Anyway, I don’t know if he has a website. I just came across him on a street corner (Disney Hall, DTLA). Where did you run into him?