Lost in Los Angels,
"Charlie don't surf", melody -
Khmer rock, baby!
Hold open the door
his necklace you out
your family sleeps
See the road, broken
towards the the pool halls promise
coins and empty sex
Salt and vinegar
cambodian sultriness
swaying in hotels
Maybe we're all hipsters
or we're zombie mannequins
either way, we're friends
All over the map
party girl parker posey
missing my lover
Silk the throat ascend
sauntering palm leaf flutter
shim sham the crooner
Ticking projector
flashes colors on the wall
A vintage palette
Liquor over ice
glass sweating silver all day
sunset sinking haze
Hotel bar blackout
what was the last true thing you said?
say you've forgotten
Thin voice, singing reed
Dusty smell of sunbleached drapes
elbows wear down sill
Whirly nancy crash
add it to your lexicon
summon moving light
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