Los Angeles Poems - Poems about Los Angeles

Tomb

Never had I met you 
Still I know your name,
Because of the notoriety 
Because of the fame

Written in stone
Forever and a day,
Many gone too soon 
Seems to happen that way

Halls of Hollywood memories 
Echo down the tomb ...
In a place of reverie 
Not a place of gloom

Legends of the silver screen 
Lives of cinema and

Summer Moon

                                            Grimy sweaty dusk, 
       

Baxter Street Monday

Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday”

me trudging walking
gripping onward forward 
traipsing baxter street monday 
and its steep inclines
going up like a dizzy sparrow
passing vertical merry go rounds 
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts 
that sip spit with maraschino endives 
scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons
the stoner pink boys 
lost in rainbow cul-de-sacs
lost amidst the traffic tirades
the propelling grind

Going To See Honey Sanchez

Anti-Poem— “Going To See Honey Sanchez”

gloria and me we take a yellow taxi from canoga park
we go to see honey sanchez at the olympic on grand
she be the dragon lady on skates she and terri lynch
both of them girls be tough as nails in their ripe beauty
both wearing thunderbird white riding fire and blood 
lighting

Touch Foot Ball

On Saturday, the L A Rams
Encountered the Monterey Clams
With no and, if, or but
It was open and shut
The Sopranos limped home like lambs!

Los Angeles Elbow Grease

In this ever-changing world of entertainment any day 
An artist could accomplish what he once thought 
Was an impossible feat with a little elbow grease 
And dedication you may gain a reputation 
For being remarkable you'll see 
With the right preparation there's no limitations
On who you could become but don't be dumb
With all of the

Los Angeles

This is the hub of Angels; by which I call a city
A concrete jungle of building that's never been pretty:

Culture in place for the unappealing disparity at its center
Come! And waver off on years of aimless wandering when you enter

The Angels must’ve failed; their endowments left unfilled
Our authenticity is a euphemism; a place by where

Los Angeles

After we met
I thought we really had something,
Really hit it off.
It wasn’t the words we spoke,
The easy fluorescent trail they made.
Maybe it was the Japanese lantern
Glowing over your bare shoulder
Or the smile you threw
To the side- 
To someone.
Or maybe it was the cool damp air,
Slight seduction of rain
But no rain.
Perfect, cool molecules,
Layer on layer,
Air sitting

Los Angeles, Memorial In Graffiti

Around the corner in an alley
Behind a run-down diner
On a nameless Los Angeles street

Two strangers converge slowly on
The appointed location where 
Their mutual connection set a meet

On their first point of contact
An explosive reaction that
Produced something violent and divine

They continued their encounters
Coupling, colliding, entwining, dividing
Nearly every day of aught nine

Like every age of greatness
The trysts

Los Angeles, Time Unknown

City across the water, night by violet aurora
Los Angeles, we're further south than I thought (than we should be)
I take a strewn-bark trail to get a better view
Hand me the camera, Polaroids in quick succession (when is this?)
It's not quite capturing it, never the depth of field we need

Daybreak (remembering, there's no bay in LA)
Scores

East of Los Angeles

When an expanse of sands comes into view
you’ll see sparsely dotted weeds lying flat on the ground.
For soil is sterile and weather is harsh the weeds are not only unable 
to grow tall but struggle to survive by laying flat on the ground.

Of this wilderness, though no vestige of civilization,
a straight lined thin and lonely

Los Angeles 1982

Los Angeles  1982

 my piece  got me out of many a jam
(but I mostly just pointed it)
and the bad guy always said “I didn’t want to do it”,
 or “I’m misunderstood”, or that he wasn’t  bad at all

and when I showed him my badge and my integrity
and called out “hands up!”,(if he

Los Angeles

Living in the city of lights
One among many Angels in flight 
Souls that connect, artists we are

Always a place to converse with a star
Never boring or lonely because 
Gravity pulls us together with buzz 
Everything moving in fast pace
Life is simply a beautiful race 
Engraved in my heart this city I love 
Sunshine and diamonds

One Night Under Los Angeles' Sky

I love the rain of your lips as they are overflowing my young manhood

As fishy fingers beholding the highest and the lowest

Root of the spring growing confused and pleasant.


The way your eyes are looking at me like some kind

Of willows shading the song of given with the full of slowness penetrating 

Mine while that moon

Trapped In Los Angeles

Understanding the impossible
has been challenging at times
to find answers when there are none
the door opened on my mind

Perspectives of desperation
there's an exit almost blind
my delirium the equation
fighting bravely to survive

There's more soul to this gray world
a solid come back, no madness involved!

No more rushing Los Angeles
No more room to take my time
contradictions just in my

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