I walk down La Cienega
From Sunset
Stilted and starched
To Barney’s
To get out from the rain
Remembering you
Like a worn vision
In a whiskey dream
Warm to the throat
But cold to the heart
Smiling in the corner
And alone
And I remember how we always
Moved after that
Familiar and ashamed
Like the coming hours
Of morning
From Sunset
Stilted and starched
To Barney’s
To get out from the rain
Remembering you
Like a worn vision
In a whiskey dream
Warm to the throat
But cold to the heart
Smiling in the corner
And alone
And I remember how we always
Moved after that
Familiar and ashamed
Like the coming hours
Of morning
John works as a clinical social worker and is the president of a national disability management company. He holds degrees in Social Work, Psychology, and Rehabilitation Services and has studied philosophy extensively. He is an avid traveler and a long-term student of the martial arts holding a 3rd degree black-belt in Kempo Karate. His diverse educational and experiential background gives him a broad base from which to approach many topics in his poetry. John currently lives with his wife and two children in Caledon, Ontario, Canada.
I really like the metaphorical imagery of the first two lines.
ReplyDeleteMany years since I took that physical walk that I remember walking from the smoggy brilliance of LA sunset into the resultant blindness, la cienega.
Thank you!