home to artists,
and storytellers,
lie-smiths, and
dreamweavers.
a place that can
make or break you,
can give all
that you give
back to you
or take you.
where the stars are not
above you, but
on the streets you walk
and the hills that look
upon you.
a place that can
make you
proud or
meek,
powerful or
weak,
where you can
live large or
for the cheap,
where you can
pretend or become
saint, sinner or creep,
where handsome
strangers or
charming lovers
can fuck you into
or fuck you over
in your
sleep.
where you can be who
you are and
do what you want to,
but only if you’re
willing to fight for it,
pay your dues or
pay the price
that you have to.
stargaze and
trailblaze,
live out,
set the pace,
lose yourself,
find yourself,
and indulge
in your transition
phase.
let her guide you,
or lose you,
ruin you
or protect you,
save you
or destroy you,
lead, mislead or
teach and
inspire you.
town of Our lady,
the Queen of (devils
and) angels,
listen, hope
and despair,
as she
beckons
for you
and calls out
to you,
punishes you,
consoles you,
and prays for you.