time spent in los angeles in poetry

  • Aug. 14, 2016, 11:47 p.m.
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I made my way into the mouth of the beast
not into the belly, no, not in the least
chewed me up spit me out but still I survived
most don’t make it back breathing
most don’t even give it a try
so forgive me my scars
when I piss moan and cry
I took a shot at the monster and lost
but I’m somehow still alive
that’s more than most can say
of time spent in L.A.


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