A poem on Los Angeles

I wrote this poem in tribute to a friend who lives in LA, a makeup artist for TV and such. I stayed there a while a long time ago, so I collected some half-remembered thoughts of LA for her.

The title is Nancy D, the name of her mother.

Nancy D

Los Angeles really done good
I mean it really did,
there is a mount there
they have fine valleys,
they have suckling honeybees
that channel the seven lane dew.
That honey is for solution finding folk,
the ones that do all else
but breathe and bleed
much better than you.

Los Angeles is innocent, it is a rut
It really is, the soak of a shirt
from thirty seven degrees,
the smell of it,
the taste of the honey on pool tile break
is foil and millions
and hallelujah (on the take).
Little glib lizards run amok,
but nothing gives.
It really did, done good.