after the failures names make lists


I hear the zig zag night crickets
ringing their high pitched bells
the nights and the hills are warm
I don't know why I moved here
I had heard the L.A. women are certifiable
crazy for crazy grab you nights
then crazy for make you crazy
for the crazy hell of it
and now I'm crazy
we have liquor stores on every corner
because we're crazy and we need them
and they stay open Late
their buzzing neons lit you can find them in fog or whatever
       happens' nights
can be if you've turned wrong mistaken for the crickets their
providing the adequate background noise for
murders, filling station hold-ups,
almost unbelievably beautiful youth
your car lights heat on in the dark
so much promise in their stories
from their dear heartland