Plenty of denim jackets in flight.
The day is dim and creamed of clouds.
The rain out-raced our morning light
And left us fast and cheap, nurtured loud.
New York City is a jump away.
Similar beards and throttling seats wait there.
The espresso shot and call it a day.
Someone blew a bomb in Boston and we started to care.
Our hearts went out, our eyes went in.
Twitters twatted, Facebooks faced down, booked.
Everybody reiterated the sin.
I'm here to look after the overlooked.
Los Angeles is nothing like my dreams.
Nothing ever looks the way it does in dreams.
Life is nothing like it seems.
You can have a great time if you stop picking at your own seams.
You are everything like you seem.
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