shadowed under the West Side Highway
destined for Koreatown karaoke
and fiery fried chicken.
Came upon this monsterous bottle
sadistic sea shelter (shrine to seasickness?)
polished stainless and pygmy port holes
bottled Blade Runner hollow noir whimsy.
Rockstars and Robots...
And... unrelated
except for the fact
that this was taken
further in the night
further on
along my walk
from K-town
on downtown.
Drunken ghosts
of bridge and tunnel
lecherous leggy ladies
lookin lusty
for a limo.
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