Friday, January 24, 2014


Is the word.
I am Fond of you.
Fond, like the ire of Los Angeles
In some kind of vicious kiss
In some kind of raunchy-perversion
Passionate in it’s self-sustenance
Vile in all the right ways.
The look I give that city is the look I have for all of the things
 …its worth knowing
Like the combination to your lock
like a fire that could lay waste to this refuse
and put some water on this sand
the world is changing; faster than has ever been known
and yet we seek to pause time in the hopes that it will last any longer

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