You have no idea of what you want
then, a second round on the long island ice tea ;) cheers to that mate
you smiled and everything went blue and the waves of LED lights bounced as air hit the left dent of your nostril
chills down the ligaments in this spinal chord
your blue eyes question whether insanity was a new guest
so you decided to follow
and fill the spaces of void you constantly avoid
a 21 year old dream
departure to the wondering themes of being company
to this night and to this cushion of our bliss
because your love is weary and it mirrored your ****
a baby maker in vacancy since my legs are dead.

How could lust be so demanding
the bodies be so fleeting and stupid and dumb
courageous in just the wrong place
but vain is some reality to wanting more of what happened
let the vanities of dream catch on fire and let the ashes be thrown to its nothing
it just doesn't pertain to me either
i don't want you anymore and not in my head either
so get the **** out and leave.
my friend.

a little lonely city
called L A
lives only by the light
slowly dies
by crying cop lights
and it goes back
to criminals
and drug rapists.

hundred feet wide streets
getting  longer
for the destination
with a chat with a tree
or an old farmer
asking for money
to drink a cup
of rich folks
with plastic smiles
and the hills
painted gold
hiding the trash left by the ones who claimed
to have conquered it all.

the city of dying angles
and the further cities hiding
under palm trees.

Alone they decay.