Pretty Cage

When the novelty of LA wore off. LA is a big city don't let TV fool you.

Pretty Cage

 

The other day I woke up and asked myself.

My feelings are on the top shelf.

Of my mind.

Where I am.

Time and space its seems I have defied.

Or is this bright sunshine just a lie?

I walk out further into my New Home.

The new place that I now exist.

The coldest of the east hardly missed.

The newness of this place held me like a fist.

But have I been fooled.

My love for this new found home has now cooled.

I have been hear and hardly left.

The 110 is a lonely Lost Highway.

The Ocean with old whispers mixed among the Sea spray.

“You will never get away”

I took my West Coast journey six years ago.

On my way.

To fabulous LA.

But I am in the pretty harbor city.

Where time and space have no pity.

LA is but a memory.

A smoggy oasis.

With its own reality it does exist.

But to me mentally it seems a million miles away.

The sun chases off by haze.

People float on their boats instead of run.

Where the tourist come in from LA.

You heard me and what I did say.

Tourist from LA.

I have many times tried to escape this beautiful prison.

Where all my fears and anxieties have rises.

Do I fly,

Do I run,

Do I take a bus hostage with a gun.

“Driver get me out of this paradise”

This place is killing me twice.

Has me held like a vice.

I am living the real life Hotel California.

Except Don Henely is a drunk homeless man asking me for a quarter.

He is also a convict in the pretty cage.

Judged and found guilty.

He peers and says “ you will be like me”

I smile, give him a buck.

And say, “that would be just my luck”

And the warm sun beats the back of my neck.

I again feel like I am home.

 

Author's Note

second in series

Reviews

[freelancejouster]

i quite like this. the experiances and images resonated throughout the piece. in some places, the rhyme felt a little bit forced, so be wary of that. otherwise, well done.

[Dayran]

From an experience of admiring something from afar it is nice to be able to be that which we dreamt. The question is what are we going to do with it. Nice write!

[Demi Rose]

mega coolies. i liked it.

[patricia]

i liked how you described your feeling being on the top shelf...displaced maybe.
being addicted to geographicals, this made me observe yet again, how where ever we go we take our heads with us. (The Ocean with old whispers mixed among the sea spray...loved this)
love the Don Henely coded story, I could make all sorts out of it. This poem says more between the lines with all its hints, loved it. Thanks.

[Raven Starhawk]

How extraordinary. I think this piece has a extra something special that enchants and delights all at the same time. Such a combination makes for a special read indeed.

[Little Birdie]

Such a great poem! Fits my mood perfectly right now. Brilliant.

[Richard Anthony Goulart]

Very amazing imagery of the beauty of LA

[paradise]

very great piece of work great write

[Coyote Poetry]

The world of dreams and the craziness of L.A. I lived in California for three years. Best time for my poetry. Ocean and crazy people gave me motivation to write and think. I like the description of the people and the city in this poem. I did like the ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote