Friday, June 5, 2009

My LA

Trees dot the hills in ways only Dr. Seuss could imagine.
Sunsets that take my breath away.
So ugly on the ground.
So beautiful in the sky.
My LA

2 comments:

Kleingärtner said...

Sorry, but you'll always have some E. 5th Street between A & B in you. I know, it's the Peter Pan in me speaking--and I have my own issues on that front--but I just can't get used to the idea of you out there. And, for the love of God, LIKING IT! It's not a rip, just more of a lament. Good luck!

Rambler said...

dude, I liked it when I was here in the 90s. I miss NY. Heard Rock and Roll on radio and wished I was coming through the Holland Tunnel and headed to East Village.

But then I wish I had a smoke and was at the B&G and those days are gone. So here I am.

And I have no idea what the fuck any of this means