los angeles is a war.
from the hills out back
you can even see
all the downtowns
like ten cities plopped down
in this same perfect valley
having it out
until one
bleeding
grins
standing above the rest.
los angeles is a tank in a war
a grinding
oversized
rusting
clanking
clanging
death machine,
with self absorbed hallucinators,
masturbators,
alligators at the wheel,
and a sadistic monkey firing the cannon away,
just to hear the thunder.
los angeles is a million casualties,
a million heroes,
a million saints,
protestant bystanders,
and the prize.
los angeles is a drunken fuck,
a leap of faith,
a fall from grace.
and it will never stop,
somehow we're all convinced
that this war is worth fighting
even though we know
it will never be won.