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ol el a
Photo and poem by Oswald James

hypothetically nude
crawling up the five
with the windows down
and the mind ablaze
as if there’s any other way
to make it in hollywood
in the hollow skies where
even the seagulls have lost their damn marbles
the land of the free
land of the sane
land of nothing matters
in the face of the void
in the face of the dog
feeling like a brand new puppy
in the canyons of the dirty west
ol east los
what does it mean?
all light
all rays and valleys
the hanging air
the unmoving essence of the last vestige
of the great american sunset
from the fog to the smog
in the park that echos
we hang by the lake