In Defense of Los Angeles

by Eachan Holloway

The daily shock of the almost death
persists too long in memory.
A near automobile accident, a step
back from the crumbling ledge of the odd cliff.

The news will be there to inform you
if I do not make it. If I am kidnapped,
decapitated, thrown from a moving car.
The news will be there with its clumsy

weather moments, its bubbly laughter,
designing a composition of two parts
fear, five parts segueing into dismissive
jokes, all of it creating a joyous bipolarity

As if to soothe us, all night the jets release
their weary whale cries, and the city responds
with gaudy striations of what
used to be neon, of what used to be meadow.

But is now all that we have pulled
from land, all that we have put into light.

 

Eachan Holloway lives and teaches just outside of L.A. He has poetry published and/or forthcoming in The Massachussetts Review, The Denver Quarterly, The Indiana Review, Prairie Schooner, The Beacon Street Review, Carolina Quarterly, Quarterly West, and River City. (12/2005)