"If We had Groupies, We'd Be Set"

He’s at the Wilshire Royale,

No heat, no air conditioning

but they got low rent

two twin beds and a pool

 

You can watch the tourists rollerblade

down the sunlit street,

the would be models,

almost actresses in all their

pretty girl sun glassed phases

 

He’s taking a long shower,

shootin’ dope while the water runs

 

He’s wearing a shirt with devil

emblem buttons,

he sits in the lounge chair,

falling asleep under palm trees

 

He’s California dreaming,

While all his leaves are turning

brown

 

He’s telling jokes,

smoking the glass to milky white

while he gives his best Deniro face

There’s probably a her I’d hate to meet

dripping around him, stretching her thin arms

extending every inch of self hate

she has on the bed with junkie patience

waiting for her turn

 

I offered him a Greyhound ticket

But he asked me to wire the money

 

I knew then, same as before,

I’d lost again.

Reviews

[Angelheaded Hipster]

This is what keeps me coming your writing. I can see everything, I can taste the spoon that the dope is cooked on...thats pretty damn powerful.

And you know...I bet youll try to save and save again. You wouldnt be who you are, and you wouldnt be where you are otherwise.

This is just ...

[Kenny L. Mitchell]

You have a very bohemian style of writing. It sorta blends and flows in an interesting sorta way. I like it. It reminds me of thinking I'll drink coffee but then the waitress pours me a latte instead. Not exactly what I expected, but I'm more fulfilled because it's different and far richer than what I expected. In other words...me like!

[Scott A. Williams]

Wow. Now this, I like. So many well observed, well-phrased details in this piece.

[cest la vie]

Like an arrow shot from above..up and around it goes..this piece is like that..
heartbreaking, yet beautiful in our committment to others..
you have mad writing skills Lola..

[Jibey]

Awww... it breaks my heart too... :-(