»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #48
»
Good Morning Los Angeles
| Open Poetry #48 |
|
Good Morning Los Angeles |
|
|
soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Good Morning Los Angeles And I sighed, good morning Los Angeles the sun that hides is the sun that must rust at the hot red tail end caboose o' the day future footprints before me that will lead one way or another oh the sky, my brother, which path should I take? And I cried, good lovin' is a rarity so hard I've tried to swim to the banks of clarity as lonesome daggers rain down relentless there ain't no god to get me out of my own mess just a light oh this town, this night, what truths should I buy? Oh on a morning, a light of green eyes lit my way a heart born to dream borne on tired hopes, doomed to pay the piper with a shot in the mouth the girl with the umbrella just a little south of nowhere and nowhere's where I wanna go with her stars that sparkle and blur like an eyelash caught by a breeze she never said this love would be easy And I sighed, good morning Los Angeles the moon that rides the sky via Greyhound bus at the cooling embers o' the evenin' past fingerprints smoothed out all my sins altogether oh the sky, dear mother, whose hand should I hold? And I cried, lovin' is in dire need so long I've tried to bind these wounds that bleed as heartbreak staggers into the eye of dawn walking the summer square with no sense of wrong or right oh this town, this light which lie should I hide? Oh on a waterfront, breaking autumn stars into sand a dream born from want for this bare thread of a life in my hand has seen some much better days the girl with the headphones looks the other way I'm nowhere now 'Nowhere Man' is the song I sing to fly uneasy skies with no reason why a grey cloud producing not a drop of rain she never said there'd be no more pain And eyes wide, I sighed, good morning Los Angeles the autumnal tides are satiating my wanderlust at the warming point of absolution love I'll be chasing down feathers of transient doves I dunno why but oh the sky, dear firefly, which feather is the one? And oh the sky, dear brother, which path should I take? Oh this town, this night, what truths should I buy? Oh the sky, dear mother, whose hand should I hold? Oh this town, this light which lie should I hide? Oh the sky, sweet sister, Los Angeles & I, like nowhere men we fly you're the reason, the song I sing to fly. "I will hang on the hook of your splendor" -Snow Patrol, 'Dark Roman Wine' [This message has been edited by soul drifter (12-06-2012 08:10 PM).] |
||
| © Copyright 2012 Zach Hilgefort - All Rights Reserved | |||
Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
I loved each and every line, I could have kept reading on and on and on. Enjoyed. ~Victoria~ Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage. by Ambrose Bierce |
||
|
Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
So many lights... so many lies. Gotta love L.A. Love the lyrical feel to this... and the reference to "Nowhere Man." that's a great song. Nicely done. Michael |
||
|
BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Wow wow wow!! Kind of stifling and a bit overcast and wet, but dayummm, you still manage to stir the air and write it beautiful. Way cool, dude!!! |
||
|
katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Nicely done! Kat >^..^< |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
