Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Hotel of Kings

Four US presidents dwelled here. Hollywood's glamour made more than a few splashes. Pink monument catching the days a slow good bye. Rumors of glory. Ghosts. Sophisicated. No details are known. Diamonds before swine. See the light? Extremes under one roof. Tension nurtured. Now stars of Cops inhabit these hallowed spaces. Still higher on the food chain than politicians. Just not elected. Just appointed. Fruit of greed. Fruit of life in the margins.

And the familes. Heros and naves. Single parents grateful for the roof. The walls. Discarded. Left for deterioration. The natural consequence. Misery. Struggling to survive. Roaches and rats want their share. Music in the streets. Deals going down. Crys of babies through the windows. Echo the victims. Bullet holes marking as scars on the walls. Tattoos of the life lived here.

Arms open wide for the present day kings.

1 Comments:

Blogger Brett said...

nice speling

6:35 PM  

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