Embarrassingly Old Work: Poetry: Souvenir – From 2006

I’ve never loved Los Angeles
But then again I’ve never been in love
And while the world around me
Dreams and hopes and fears and plays
You’re the only thing I’m thinking of

I would curse the Angelinos
Who surrounded me with metal
With the traffic moving backward on the 5
Now my life is moving forward
Thought the car I’m driving isn’t
Seems just now I discovered I’m alive

New York may have it’s Empire
And St. Louis has it’s arch
And San Diego has itself a zoo
Seattle has a needle
And DC has a house
But LA went and found itself a you

Some say that LA values
Aren’t valuable at all
That people here
Are shallow, fake and twisted
Now I don’t know of anyone
Who pigeons in that hole
To judge I’d have to know
Those folks existed

I’ve never seen the Lakers
Never been to Venice Beach
Never seen a film or even watched TV
There’s no hills, no sign, no pier, no walk
No Grove, no sun, no stars
When I’m with you
There is nothing else to see

Many men are jealous of my home
They want it to be theirs
To afford a town like this, I must be lucky
But let Mr. Thomas keep his guide
I’ll navigate myself
With you, I would be happy in Kentucky

I’ve never loved Los Angeles
With it’s million tales of woe
But just one season
But now I can’t imagine
Loving any other place
I love it here
And you’re the only reason

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