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santa monica

by Sophia Grace

he said his name was jeremy -

he was an actor once, or so he said,
and weren't we all out there
where paramount's stories
became our own and the waves
blur into the concrete, shimmering
in the sun.

his name was jeremy and he was an
actor, or maybe a cameraman but
it doesn't matter.

it never matters -
but he played chess with
lawrence fishbourne (he always let him win)
and he knew bette midler and

"hey girl, can you sit with me a minute?"

tuck my knees under, smooth my skirt
he used to go to all of these hollywood parties
but now he has his bench, he prefers it.

of course.

he used to go to these parties, my hands folded
delicately on my knees,his fumbling for mine
and i wonder how he sees through those clouded eyes.

so white, his eyes, perhaps one day
they were blue and his hands so much larger than mine,
clapsed, calloused and warm -

and we sit in silence, sharing stories
silently as we know the words the other would say,

i came to this city of stories, this
boulevard of broken dreams to find my future --

instead, i found myself

12/28/2007

Author's Note: Originally this was a journal entry from my time spent auditioning out in Los Angeles. A few months ago, I thought it needed to be worked into a poem. It's still very much under constuction.

Posted on 12/28/2007
Copyright © 2024 Sophia Grace

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/28/07 at 07:15 PM

Well done.....

Posted by Scott Utley on 12/28/07 at 10:22 PM

I flash back to the day when I was young, and my world was my osyter - (What the heck does that mean?) The most telling sign to me that you are extremely aware and gifted is that you remarked upon coming to this grand city of fallen angels tripping higher together is, as one often does, she comes here to find her/his future -in the end, or it that just the beginning, one finds oneself ... Los Angeles has so many layers and is so decieving due to it's cacoon mobile car culture - which leaves people wanting for interaction - being human is an excersise - it is the face to face friction dance of interfacing - we lay here on the rim of fire - a a gateway to the east - we are poised to remain in the center of thought, spirit and all things great and true - once you see this - LA becomes OZ (and I grew up in NYC, so for a real nuyoka to say anything that distracts from the utter greatness that is NYC is unusual,rare, sublime, without taking anythig away from NY because - as we all know once a nyker, always a nuyorker, and new yorkers rule! as well as taurus/gemini guys like me with boistrous ideas about himself ( I am only 17 - give me time) but I digress - YOU ROCK GIRL YOU ROCK

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