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In LA, the lights flicker
inside the houses
like moods
alit in winter
in LA, the winter is pleasant.
the roads wide and traffic slow
seventy-two degrees-
there is no weekend
there is no end to you
just sunsets on the boardwalks
and silly drunk people

and not everything is ok in LA
sometimes the bad guys win
and innocent people become headlines
throughout america

but most of the time it works just fine
I am not afraid or fascinated with LA
just confronted and mindful
comfortable at a strangely familiar home

I grew weak
throughout the night
spirits flowing
and my liver knowing
my lungs were on fire

I am more intoxicated than I thought
and my hair is longer than I expected
my inspiration lacking
in the dark and cliche'
LA way

oh drowned me smog
and sing a new song
cause I've heard that one before
crying me a river
dinners on you
I've got the tip
she wasn't a good waitress
but the food was good

Lee Leslie can be found @ and

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