Los Angelinos are the most spatially distracted population in the continental US.<\/p>\n
You think this as the museum crowd walks into you. The Blue Line’s brand new; you jaunt from one And, don’t ask a taxi driver. Is it coincidence that all the tourist attractions If Kansas City is a remote expectorant, All your favorite LA movies: Los Angelinos are the most spatially distracted population in the continental US. You think this as the museum crowd walks into you. “It is time for stormy weather.” Everyone intones, June gloom, and you wander Melrose for a decent jacket to survive the remaining junket…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":59,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27092","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27092","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/59"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27092"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27092\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":27174,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27092\/revisions\/27174"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27092"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27092"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27092"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n“It is time for stormy weather.”
\nEveryone intones, June gloom<\/em>,
\nand you wander Melrose for a decent jacket
\nto survive the remaining junket weekend.<\/p>\n
\ntourist hunt to another, but are still confounded
\nto have a simple request for how to reach a particular street
\ndelegated to a complete stranger, who, of course, doesn’t know.<\/p>\n
\nThe one you have is worthless.<\/p>\n
\nsmell like public urinals?<\/p>\n
\nLos Angeles is a fever dream with no relief
\nbut departing plane lights.<\/p>\n
\nan ex you try to dial
\non a sleepless night.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"