Nighttime Light
So I walk the curving path, like a catwalk. Naked, but with a heavy coat over. One breast bared towards the city as rebellion against the searchlights. There is nothing more exciting than the thudding blades endeavoring to catch me. Warm my hands in January winter, for all I have is this wool coat. I spent last night with my lover. My lover is the city. Nearly three decades after establishing my point of origin here, I am back in your arms. Send me your buses, your bright lights, your bums, your police helicopters. I want to kiss soot-covered angels and ten-minute rockstars. Los Angeles, i'm yours. My love was yours, from the first. I am a refugee from my modest beginnings, from my suburban serfdom. You are still warm and restless after the sun goes down. I press on in tribute. I fuck my neighbor as myself, to stay alive. Dog eat dog. We are a city of the Most Important One. My hands twist in agony of broke, broke, flat broke coffee shop loiterings. Exhaust is my fresh air. The sup...