I Get Lost in L.A. – WryTimes
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I get lost in L.A,
its big, sprawling
iconic images,
contagious, infectious,
acceptance speeches at Grauman’s,
its movers and shakers,
deals made at Spago,
and the fashionistas
who parade along the Groves,
who whisper with a salty tongue,
take naked snapshots
on the red carpet,
posing with an Oscar vogue,
blinded by her billboards,
sports cars of desire,
the myths and legends
of Melrose and the freaks
on Sunset Boulevard
I get lost in her wild bikini,
up the winding roads
of Beverly Hills,
and pass her on a tour bus,
a spoiled running back
from Westwood,
a Disnoid with mouse ears,
and a mistress of a sugar daddy
who drinks too much champagne,
while Batman woos Wonder Woman
along the walk of fame,
Jim Morrison
unzips his leather pants
at the Whiskey a Go Go
and the rich and famous
dine outdoors on Picasso
and yellowfin tuna
under a smoggy moon. ❏


Another wonderful short!
Thanks, Malcolm 🙂
Your poem confirms my conviction to give Hollywood a miss, although I did appreciate the allusion to “How to Stuff a Wild Bikini.”
Thanks, Liz. 😊😊
You’re welcome, Mark.
Cool poem — I felt as if I was just taken on a swift, blurring tour of the city — great images along the way.
Thank you, Dave. 👍😎
Excellent vibe of Hollywood life
Thanks, Jay.
Very cool! Describes LA perfectly!
Quite a cool place.