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La Reina de Los Ángeles
(translates as "the queen of the angels")
(also as "the queen of Los Angeles")
One hundred miles burned in a dead-south run
Sun blares on my left shoulder’s 1-0-1
Through flaming hills to L.A. valley’s love.
2-0-5’s gates open to 5’s long snake
The Door’s show rooms in "roadhouse woman" blue
As Buses' gun and blurt caress her flows.
Three exits out from highest crested pass
Descends where pyramid finds angels lake,
Where hell-fires’ heat perfumes in ash and her.
4-0-5’s vein that gains her valley’s wash,
A sea in rolls and waves below her cropped,
Her tan and shaven hills that spring to fire.
5’s highway push through ghosts of citrus groves;
I let that river flow in throb and rush,
For Angels’ Queen has taken me again.
(also as "the queen of Los Angeles")
One hundred miles burned in a dead-south run
Sun blares on my left shoulder’s 1-0-1
Through flaming hills to L.A. valley’s love.
2-0-5’s gates open to 5’s long snake
The Door’s show rooms in "roadhouse woman" blue
As Buses' gun and blurt caress her flows.
Three exits out from highest crested pass
Descends where pyramid finds angels lake,
Where hell-fires’ heat perfumes in ash and her.
4-0-5’s vein that gains her valley’s wash,
A sea in rolls and waves below her cropped,
Her tan and shaven hills that spring to fire.
5’s highway push through ghosts of citrus groves;
I let that river flow in throb and rush,
For Angels’ Queen has taken me again.
Published 2nd Oct 2017
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4th Oct 2017 6:16am
Thomas, once again you write so well of every place I was born, and where I've left my mark that still remains, even where they've paved over since I passed through. I love this latest ode to your L.A. woman...
an instant recommendation, of that you certainly knew was coming.
~~Queenie
an instant recommendation, of that you certainly knew was coming.
~~Queenie
4th Oct 2017 2:00pm
Yes, my love for that L.A. woman may only be matched by Doors and Red Hot Chili's - then again, maybe not... both palms and balls of my feet are itchy, and I hear the sirens's cry of Melrose and Wilshire, of Korean spas and Pink dogs. I hunger for chicken and waffles, but mostly for the taste of that sunny afternoon and the moans and wails of that woman who's nights are brighter than her smokey days. Happy Birthday - Jadey
