Watching the sun go down in LA fixes everything inside, if only for a few golden seconds.
floral blouses, floral couches, 12 hours in a cemetery,
are you the last guest or the first guest at a 24 hour diner?
Stopping outside the Roosevelt hotel at the split second the
pink neon lights switched off like a pretty dictator of a new day,
walking down Sunset Blvd drowning in sleepiness,
Jim Morrison humming in my ears,
"no eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn"
this kind of ephemeral exists only here.