![]() Pretty CageA Poem by Judas Hammer![]() 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. © 2012 Judas HammerAuthor's Note
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25 Reviews Added on February 19, 2012 Last Updated on February 19, 2012 Author![]() Judas HammerThe City of Angeles, CAAboutI like to write, live in La and write and make short films. and more..Writing
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