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:
Anthea the Poet!
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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