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Jeremy Hansen
2010 - 2013 
Poet Laureate  ~  Belle Letters


Always Los Angeles


When a woman took me away from you,
echoes of your city problems,
and your insecurity,
and your bland nobility,
shattered my chances at a city so more than you could ever be

love deceived in the New York haze
took me for a ride
and I conjure those moments that
made death desirable
and I still see your smile
and I hear your voice
and I still…believe…your…w.o.r.d.s….

once again
in the grips
of this city
its lack of
opinion
its lack of
communication
its lack
of
those ideas that
have the fuel to turn a dream in to hope and hope in to reality

I’m back in Los Angeles,
with the drug dealers on 5th,
and the white woman on the street
that says, “Don’t go past Grand Ave. It’s dangerous.”
and I think to myself, “People really don’t want to know what King Eddy’s is all about…people don’t want to know about the stockpile of sanity left and lost in Skid Row…people don’t want to see what it’s like to be human and alone or to be inhumane and alive…”

and people don’t want to know because truth isn’t a priority
in these famous streets, in these bloodlust dreams, in these hateful eyes, in these dirty hands…

but here I am
a bag and a computer…
The city of second chances
Begging for forgiveness
Hoping for a sip from the chalice of realization…

…always Los Angeles