South On Ventura BLVDA Poem by Judas Hammer
I came to LA in 2000. I had been trying to make it out to the Valley for years. I finally made it. YAY.....I escaped The Harbor jail.
South on Ventura BLVD
My late night strolls on Ventura
different from my Pacific avenue treks.
More investigation then self-purification.
Since I have been to the valley, long gone are the stenches.
Long gone is the deifying silence.
Long gone is the hopelessness draped in dark three am curtains.
My human hamster cage called the harbor city is as a misty memory.
I guess I remember it as one would remember a private flogging.
It seemed horrible before it happen.
Painful was the act.
Afterward a faded thought yet visceral enough never wanted to be repeated.
Yoga parlors, Ethnic food places and frozen yogurt parlors have replaced
The bars, ninety-nine cent stores and bodegas serving the best B rated Mexican cuisine.
My eyes have seen enough.
Pupil still stained with overcast harbor nights.
The gum ravaged sidewalks.
The fragrance of vagabond urine greets me at every alley juncture.
The characters replaced by empty charming streets.
Every once in a while I am greeted by a slowed patrol car.
I glance into the stores I cannot afford.
Peek into the bistros with meals I will not sample.
That place seems to good for the likes of me.
Yet I am happy.
Here I am.
I have arrived.
The demons are at the end of the 110.
One day I will eat in that over priced Greek café
The one down the street
© 2011 Judas Hammer
Shelved in 2 LibrariesAdded on October 22, 2011
Last Updated on October 23, 2011
The City of Angeles, CA
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