LOST IN LaLa LAND, A Hollywood memoir 1978’
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Sunset Strip lay raw and naked in the early hours
Hollywood had had a bite of my soul in the dark night
Such a quiet unseen brutal take of self-given willingly
Overtaken by the false comfort of drugs and booze
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The pickup of idle chat moved to hungry lust imbibing
A perfect storm of Ferrari, and handsome bundled up
Danger hung in dripping stalactites over the bed
Yet unruffled as we sat on its edges before the long fall
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Carelessly, in Mr. GoodBar style, hunting dark mysteries
Swallowing the soft kiss deeper into my body waking
The edge ever so close for the wild jump risk of life
The tilt of the room, the wonder on his beautiful face
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The roll of my inner storm, clouds bursting in torrent rain
Every tear that had been unshed flooded the room
Every want and wound soaked the walls, pooled the bed
Drowning was the best way to go as the vortex pull me under
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Memory has no straight line, no sureness to how tenderness
Found the moment in the gentle arms of a stranger’s hold
Petted like a lost child found with comforting words of
“You’ll be already, You’ll be OK.” in repeat kindness
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Sunset Strip lay raw and naked before me as I walked it
Finding my way to my car alone unaided by my request
He gifted me with a gentleness I took to be time now
Soul healing needed a body temple safe and free.
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I packed the VW bus with my life quaking like this land
Filled it with myself and the surrender to find myself
Taking my salty tears to the ocean to be swallowed by the tides
Barefoot in the sand the land heals the soul of me
~. jeanne adwani. copyrights
