i thought i'd be out of here by now

used to be the two of us spent more of our time on the other side of the 101 freewaythen we did tucked between bedsheets inside growing up wallsor behind the expectations of a text book stare a phone booth on gower best pizza on earth discovered smack in the middle of forsaken tourist's sunsettrain tunnel sunrise serenades and innocence lost in the backseat parallel parked on the far side of willoughbyour pulse was quicker fed upside down and turned topsy from all those cocktail fed chemicalsslid through and up under our collective skinsyet we always wore that tint of addiction with a fuck you if you can't understand glowsidled up right next to a screamedi dance circles round stick figure magazine girlspunk stained threads sewn wellinto donate at the door fabricsstolen shoes paired with dance tights and candy coloured cigarettes we were a post modern late night breakfast at tiffany's shoved up hard against an alley wallnancy spungen after a bath or edie sedgwick gifted with curves in place of needle markswe saw the beauty ever after stuck in-between the lining in the pavement cracksbeggars sat betwixt two sidewalk stars as we skipped between them with silver plated coins thrown high in the airever trying to spot the one we might take as our owntonight we go back there with water spot lenses nicked from an all-night gas station attendanthe smirks as you ask him where he hails fromand if he has a script tucked just behind that counter our lives are still pinned up just somewhere over the horizonwe used to see ourselves as fallen angels with those count past thirty days before expirationshow will the stories play out to his new out of focus perspectivedo we choose to hide the hell-a recollectionspolish up the reality and narrow the click click camera here we go smile denialor do we just lose ourselves in the boys who cling to the mic let them dirty up the images that we grab with held hands and jump throughsee you tonight, babywe will kiss lipstick imprints on the back of our ticket stubsdrop them deep in the wish you were here wellclose your eyes tightand jump into the musicthis is the first song that comes to mind when i think of you,los angeles, my bittersweet friend.lucy.