Los Angeles

City of angels
Dressed in devil black
Shining deep down
Where alleys meet
And the smog lifts
Cylindrical into air
So beautiful
With its colors
And smoky edges
Meeting azure sky
Framed in gray
The natives drift by
Wearing second skin
Tight and taut
With toned muscles
Headphones thick
Blocking out the world
Insulated souls
Yearning for release
Yet finding nothing
But angel wings
Disappearing from view.

Sam