A Letter to Los Angeles

Funny enough, I wrote “A Letter to Los Angeles” years ago during college, when I was in a distance relationship with fella who lived in LA, long before I actually lived in the city. Sometimes it spooks me how much my poems and lyrics seem to predict future events; it’s like I’m casting spells. This piece was originally published in  The Catalyst Literary Arts Magazine.

Funny enough, I wrote “A Letter to Los Angeles” years ago during college, when I was in a distance relationship with fella who lived in LA, long before I actually lived in the city. Sometimes it spooks me how much my poems and lyrics seem to predict future events; it’s like I’m casting spells. This piece was originally published in The Catalyst Literary Arts Magazine.

Los Angeles,

I try to love you,

but all you wanna do is fuck me

Los Angeles, shivering hologram

Did I see you shaking your head on the 101?

Or was that just a pine-tree air freshener

Flickering on the dashboard in stale wind?

Los Angeles,

I came here with everything

Stuffed into my suitcase

So why do I feel like I now have nothing?

You give me stage fright

But I’ll still dance like a monkey for you

Los Angeles,

what percent will I receive

of the profit you make

for preying on our collective insecurities?

Los Angeles,

You romanticize everything!

Motel swimming pools

Pink plastic flamingos

Neon tangerine ashtrays

Cocaine mountain ranges for scenic drives down Sunset Blvd.

Where’s the substance?

Lucky for you, there’s no breeze to remove all that glittering party-tinsel

Keep inventing new chemical binds to prevent your plastic from melting in the heatwave, 

And I’ll keep inventing new methods to lessen the blow.

Ps. I’m moving back to San Francisco.