Sunday, November 20, 2005

poem for hollywood

New apartment near "the hills"
Missing the slackers of Venice and our neighboor who knows karate
No lights come with you here in either room
No fridge as well? At least there's a dishwasher caddy this time...

Boxes
Moving
Pushing Pulling again and again

Elevators that need a key and a password to open
up and down a million times key in key out

Second hand smoke coming through my bedroom window

Ahh, Hollywood

2 Comments:

At 3:14 PM, Blogger Kimotion said...

Anthea the Poet!

 
At 5:45 PM, Blogger Lauren Wells said...

Yeah! I love your verses! Hooray for spontaneously inspired poetry!
Now here's one for you:

New York
New York
Los Angeles
Metropoli

Hahaha! OK, don't read into it. Sorry.

 

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