The Eternal Recurrence

We splashed back across L.A., John and I

Didn't visit any of the same places,

though it looked sadder somehow

and it was terrible and sad when I left, betrayed

I stood in line behind some rock band at the Hilton

Me, more seedy and dejected than they

Left the signed Heinz Mack print

Female police officer said L.A. was weird

And made my way back home

in a strange circle of confusion

John and I stayed next to Universal

and enjoyed every second

Visited the uncanny Getty in its pinnacle of beauty

Santa Monica Pier and the wide beach

the Pacific shore

Still Life with Boy