3:45am - Hollywood and Cahuenga

the Women
with short skirts and high heels
blending in with the trannies
blouses hung low
tits exposing themselves to open air
the clock is ticking for you my dear
become Cinderella soon
They gather on street corners
hailing taxi cabs
driven by armenians
smoking bad cigarettes
bathing themselves in extravagant amounts of cologne
please.. please get me out of here
people randomly walk across the streets
and all the pigs resemble cops
the sexy women all walk with these guys
with Ed Hardy hats
and suits
these guys
"doing the things with the thing"
"making things happen"
"calling the shots"
big shot players
who are nothing really more
than their business card
and their $100,000 loan
from their parents
i pity everyone here
"get me the fuck out of here"
i scream
to my driver
and he dumps me in the backseat
as i mumble about wanting french toast
and hard boiled eggs
while the bottle of whiskey
is zip tied to my wrist
we drive u-turns
over curbs
up and down the hills
until finally i feel the freeway racing under us
and we slowly glide into Burbank
as the music gets lower
and my heart beats at a normal pace
the drugs are exiting my system
and i feel the horrible grips of a
deep crash coming on
the buildings around us
shining through the windows close in
and i can feel the whores starring at me
asking me to be invited into our car
wanting to come home and love me
and i almost want them to
i want all of them
to come home
and taste
what the good girls
should have
but don't want
they are clawing at my goddamn heart
those filthy whores
we swerve on the 134 towards Glendale
to avoid semi trucks,
big 18 wheeler motherfuckers
carrying gasoline
get me home god-dammit
and i will get solid straight
just get me back to the castle
my fortress
of dear solitude
get me back to my fucking typewriter
and my fucking room
i look back through the rear glass
and i see a deer crossing
or what i think is intended for deer
in reality
it's a squid crossing
through a field of goddamn mail boxes
go figure.