Drew Moss

obviously Los Angeles is madness
rented cars and taco stands
plasticity and sadness
La Brea by daylight
Hollywood by night
our silent walk in fame
is exactly why i came
and of course to accept
all the moon would hand us
glowing ringlets of white lovelight
cold sand, brown copper curls
tight ass blue jeans, white panties underneath
no secrets here,
just a stifled scream or two
and LA is all stifled screaming
with the wind in your Jaguar convertible hair
up on the hill male peacocks
spreading themselves in a passion play
and me of course, doing much the same
and we can drink all the fucking coffee you want
and we can talk about every fucking book never read
and we can listen to every fucking song on the radio
and we can rent movies and walk the fucking dog
and all that comes of that is more wanting to fuck
so that’s enoug h of that for a Friday night
“let’s drive up to Mulholland”
could it be more cinematic?
the entire city below us
all that light, all that choking Southern Califronia heat
and i can’t take my eyes off your eyes
and because of that i don’t see the lies
and because of that
i miss the facts...

i’m going home in a body bag.

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