1033 S. Tremaine Ave, Los Angeles, CA 90019

The ghost of Leonard cohen encourages me on the lawn 

  and from the balcony.

Adirondack chairs, far from home,
Roaming where the moon never sets
 where people come to forget.

I eat a Reese’s peanut butter cup
  and fight the urge to give up.

My pain is not unprecedented
But it is subtly unrelenting
   picking and choosing when to pounce

I hide here 

  from future fear.