The God of Los Angeles

The God of Los Angeles.

photo by hungrybison

Commanding,
in stain blasted corduroy vestments,
Papal like, his finger
denotes
the pimp from the dealer.

“These are my children”.

A chain linked fence,
sweetly embraces
the divinity
of the liquor store,
the sex shop.

Whores,
angelically bruised,
come to pay homage,
to kiss his cheek
and to have him lay his hands upon them.

” You are loved my children. You are loved, you are loved.”

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Filed under History, original photography, original writing, Outlaw poetry, poetry, religion

3 responses to “The God of Los Angeles

  1. PAS MAL .IL Y A LA MARQUE DE L’ECRIVAIN

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