Day: August 27, 2005

The City of Angels Cruising by, watching the light-blue sky sea blending into horizon. Sky-rises interrupting green brown hills. The famous walk with the ordinary and even the homeless have an ocean view. [This is extremely rough, but I just had to get these words down for the moment.  Will re-edit later.]

Torturero “Do you still love her,”I ask without wantingto know the answer. And yet I remain curiousmasochistic, pained.I long for his answeras I long for him. I want to find somethingto connect to so I canjustify what I feel. But it never comes,and the conversationends. And I go back intomy lonely world wishingto be a…