My misguided misconceptions
of this hopping, throbbing place
are mildewed in my own myopic view
and my childhood predilections
of a Movie Mogul's face
have vanished in this Winter's weird revue
The scurrying, graffitied cars
that hurtle through my brain
are not braked by these California skies
and my childhood contradiction
of this sunny, insane place
are packed and stacked
as future revenue
My thoughtful indiscretions
of this plastic, awful crew
shape and shake my mind to clarity
and my youthful contemplations
of this world all bright and new
lie shattered by Divine hilarity
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