there’s a radio tower, it’s egging you on.
back to the place where you never belonged.
where the people thrive on their own contempt.
whatever meaning is long gone spent.
if you had to guess or make bet,
would you place yourself inside of it?
the mountains yawn. the clouds let out a sigh.
“tricked again.” let go. okay.
Something I’ve always wondered about Los Angeles is, are there specific spots where those who will be photographed know they will be photographed? “Here’s where we need to walk in step and hold hands for the cameras”, she tells the new initiate.