First Drafts: Last Morning in L.A.

A gun shot at 5:30 AM is like
A distant thunder clap near
The shore of a fog muffled
Ocean. The squeal of tires
Is louder than the blast.
There are no screams, no
Pleading for a life, or big
Shallow tears washing down
Cheeks, smudging mascara.
At least not before the
Television cameras show up.
Everyone in L.A. likes getting
On the TV, even if they’re
Full of nothing but pain.


Evening Soundtrack: Damn By Kendrick Lamar