L.A. L.A. land...

this is a memory of when i was growing up and my parents moved like gypsies...

living in a dirty hotel

out of our u-haul

dad out finding work

mom out finding work

me and a fridge with a packet of cheese

outside the smog

giving a brown yellow hue

through the hotel window

i can see people walk by

smiling

dirty

flip flops

cut offs

some are like cowboys

some are like street people

dad came back with money

mom had some tips

they took me to disneyland

and for the day

we forgot we were poor

this air

heavy and sooty

same air

that morrison breathed

that celebrities breathe

i'm wondering

what's the next town

 

next hotel

next neighbors walking by

where will i settle

and make friends

maybe fall in love

someday

and raise children

someday

but for now

i'm in L.A.

in a dirty hotel

with nothing to eat

but cheese...

 

Reviews

[Alessander]

Sounds like my childhood. I too grew up moving around a lot, and the one place we did stay was a hotel in downtown l.a. Nice job, ma lol

I like the detail of looking through the peep hole. It can be a metaphor for so many things, a sort of distorted childhood or even alternate version of reality, which artist tend to create to endure the suffering.

this hits close to home.

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you have a way of making this awful situation..almost laughable and then I feel guilty for laughing because the situation is not funny...confused? so I'm I :)

[Jonathan De Elvira]

Wow!!
Just wow!!
Idk wht 2 say about this...