Stream of Consciousness on Lana Del Rey’s Poem about L.A. Or: I Don’t Want to Live in Italy Anymore
I still have not decided if I’ll create another profile, under another pen name, for my poems or other “weird” stuff. Or, if I should just mix it up here.
But she was talking about LA, and then
But I always dream of dreams or nightmares where I’m back there
The small town of P
Last time, I dreamt I had a gummy shark
Maybe because my uncle from the island
Told me he went fishing
But I’m always there, and often stuck
And I do, I miss the warm yellow lights…
But hey, Melbourne is crazy, yet still
Kinder to me than P
And most junkies don’t bite either…
And I could never ever cement back there, ancient mad-house
Even if the salt in the air… and the olive oil was so sweet, tangy, spicy…
So yes… I understand what she says about LA
I understand, because that warm-cold chosen mother
Is Melbourne, or this Country as a whole
After all…where did I ever come from?
Io, non vengo, neanche, dalla Luna
And, what places has she seen, anyway?
Those skies could not be vintage, not original vintage
But I suppose I am no one
To tell people how to colour their memories
Fade blue, dark blue…sunset
I might be never ready to leave
But I know I would take a book with me
Who knows, I might even read it
Shaking curtain, sounds like fingernails
Scratching, against the thing that stops insects
From coming in
La zanzariera. That sounds better, I’m sure
Another crazy summer, and just because of the weather
Not because I would be living at all.
P.S. I actually had a dream where I had a gummy shark as a pet. In my early morning notes I wrote this strange thing:
I put the shark in some improvised tanks, I wasn’t going to eat it…then there were other fishes there… why did I have a pet gunmy shark… why did I change its tank so often?