Friday, January 28, 2011
I Dreamed That Los Angeles was Burning...
I dreamed that
was burning, orange fire and black nuclear days having erased it from the cynical heart of Los Angeles . California
One hundred miles down the road I was sheltering with the one person I loved and the childhood shades of three people I wouldn’t want to spend a brief, bleak eternity with. The sky was dark as a winter’s and set a-sparkle with bright yellow atomic rain falling sure and steady.
I didn’t care what happened…the why wasn’t relevant…and I didn’t feel panic…when the world was over there’s no point in losing your head, after all.
That REM song was playing everywhere, gallows irony set to a jaunty beat, and I kept trying to sing along even as I drifted through the house wondering when the pale horse was going to arrive.
I thought about confessing my sins. I thought about laughing at the sheer stupidity of the world and the way it was ending. I thought about carrying one of the people I didn’t want to spend our brief, bleak eternity with off to bed and having angry, bittersweet sex until the yellow rain put us all out of our misery. I thought about not ever really being who I always imagined myself to be.
I dreamed that Los Angeles was burning…