Pretty CageA Poem by Judas Hammer
When the novelty of LA wore off. LA is a big city don't let TV fool you.
The other day I woke up and asked myself.
My feelings are on the top shelf.
Of my mind.
Where I am.
Time and space its seems I have defied.
Or is this bright sunshine just a lie?
I walk out further into my New Home.
The new place that I now exist.
The coldest of the east hardly missed.
The newness of this place held me like a fist.
But have I been fooled.
My love for this new found home has now cooled.
I have been hear and hardly left.
The 110 is a lonely Lost Highway.
The Ocean with old whispers mixed among the Sea spray.
“You will never get away”
I took my West Coast journey six years ago.
On my way.
To fabulous LA.
But I am in the pretty harbor city.
Where time and space have no pity.
LA is but a memory.
A smoggy oasis.
With its own reality it does exist.
But to me mentally it seems a million miles away.
The sun chases off by haze.
People float on their boats instead of run.
Where the tourist come in from LA.
You heard me and what I did say.
Tourist from LA.
I have many times tried to escape this beautiful prison.
Where all my fears and anxieties have rises.
Do I fly,
Do I run,
Do I take a bus hostage with a gun.
“Driver get me out of this paradise”
This place is killing me twice.
Has me held like a vice.
I am living the real life Hotel California.
Except Don Henely is a drunk homeless man asking me for a quarter.
He is also a convict in the pretty cage.
Judged and found guilty.
He peers and says “ you will be like me”
I smile, give him a buck.
And say, “that would be just my luck”
And the warm sun beats the back of my neck.
I again feel like I am home.
© 2012 Judas Hammer
Added on February 19, 2012
Last Updated on February 19, 2012
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