10.11.21

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Skyscrapers reflect off your bald head,

sharper than your shit jokes.

The black gum on the street

reflects the stressors of Los Angeles,

getting blunter and steadily more beat.

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The city of meeting on Angel's Flight,

trying to pay for your date.

The attendant knows it's only downhill from here.

He chuckles, "Sure, I can swipe your card twice."

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Turn the corner and a stadium emerges.

A stadium on top of a building.

An empty stadium for two

and the white ash in the air.

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Fall in love as much as you can

before the ash in the air

seems acutely unfair.

You drink in air.

I drink in streets.

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You work at Apple with bunker benefits.

You enjoy coding instructions for living

on Earth as we destroy it.

 How dare it!

We've only fucked it senseless.

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Now I'm in the streets.

In line to leave the city.

I knew since the night the lights

couldn't fight the slightest winds

LA is a disaster zone turned project how can we win.

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Mass exodus is coming

and I'm not down with the clique.

HeLp. Brain seed needs updating.

Waiting on you.