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May 16, 2005
Hencho en Venice (5/2003)
its only when I walk
down Speedway
or am riding my bike
along the boardwalk
after dark
that I giggle like an otter
how much I love this place
when all else
fails like usual
there is still my city
to keep my spirits soaring
Venice, my dear
is the only sanctuary
worth coveting
she trickles down the vine
into my glass
whenever it is running
on empty
she is the lady that I
will never cradle
but at least shall
treasure in my eulogy
the rest,
hookers, sloths, dissidents;
they can gather the carnage
from the summer crews
remains
I will balance the historics
and straighten the B&W photos
neatly inside the appropriate columns
as long as there is some 80 proof sludge
to keep my mind
fuzzy around the edges
never will I
do anything newsworthy
but at least I was a part
of an era
a time and place
that was as irresistible
as it was irrepressible
Posted by Drexler at May 16, 2005 05:10 PM