Seeing double in Los Angeles
I’m afraid
I can no longer help myself
On a Friday night
And every night of the week
I’m a drunkard
And I do see double
How did you know
I saw double?
Between Los Angeles and London
Between San Fernando Valley
And San Francisco
And whatever might remain after that
I feel
I have the right
To see double
For such a failure of a life
It is not enough
To present it all to me
On a platter
As if I was to take the world by storm
I’m suicidal
Every time
I’ll take that four by four
To a free fall
Down into Topanga Canyon
What was all that for?
I wonder
Did I need Los Angeles
At some point
To add to such misery?
I wonder
I had it all
All in front of me
Such success
Such stardom
Limits unlimited
I destroyed it all
I saw double
How did you know
I saw double?
How did you know
There was no other way
Than for me
To see double
In Los Angeles?
I so wanted to die
I so want to die
It is a wonder
I am not dead
***
“Without irony, this life would hardly be worth living.”
Los Angeles, California, Where Paradise turns to Hell
http://www.crownedanarchist.com/losangeles.htm
Roland Michel Tremblay
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