Nature needs tending, or course
every few years the plates shift
the photogenic councilman is arrested
and somebody takes a fall
That's how i came here - by a calling
as surely as the devil herself
cloaked in the need to be seen
in filtered light
latticed with faultlines
and an underground whirlpool
as profligate as oil
excerpt fromHollywood Hills Noir
Laurel Ann Bogen
2013
reblogged via Silverbirchpress.wordpress.com
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Corey Miller
https://silverbirchpress.wordpress.com/2013/12/09/hollywood-hills-noir-poem-by-laurel-ann-bogen-2/
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