No Death For Me Comes Sweeter Than In Los Angeles by Robin Wyatt Dunn

no death for me comes sweeter than in Los Angeles
city of light
light buried sweet
under my tongue
over the storm

burn my house
torch my village
kill my family

take my tongue out of my mouth
in los angeles

with your words right out of your mouth

burn the stalwart boat
eat its skin
smear its ash over your face

beat me with the meaningless sounds of hollywood
bludgeon me to death

beat me with the meaningless sounds of hollywood
give me meaning

burn the cinema to the ground

and hang em high

let their lovely faces adorn the pedestals of los angeles
over the storm of light

Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in Los Angeles. In this picture he is holding his tiny chapbook MARY, from Rinky Dink Press.