By Dianne Moritz
Frank Lloyd Wright said:
Tip the world on edge and everything
Loose ends up in Los Angeles.
He didn’t consider the see-saw effect:
Precarious balance, sudden
Jar when things shift back.
You’d understand, after mind-numbing
Encounters on Long Island.
Surfer Joe, high on fiberglass,
Life in the curl; caregiver, Larry,
Living for poems in Mommy’s attic;
Alex, his teeth lost singing
Too close to a mic, rockstar fantasies
Floating in marijuana clouds.
Illusions choke on coke, booze,
Whatever’s your poison.
L.A. has no lock on locos or losers.
Dreams shatter, scatter, die,
While Mother Earth spins on …