Los Angeles – a Sonnet
Woken from drug induced comatose sleep–
–by gun-shots in the middle of the night;
Breathing an atmosphere of smog, carbon–
–and carcinogenic particulates;
Deafened by listening to the traffic,
And perpetual buzz of clogged freeways. . .
We scream to hear the absurdity and–
–the madness of universopolis;
While angels of death carry us away,
Our tired and hellbound souls cry and sway;
While the city sleeps with an uneasy–
–but well deserved slumber, of dark nightmares.
November 13, 1991 – Konrad Tademar