from THE LONG GOODBYE by Raymond Chandler

by Buzz on 23/01/2013

When I got home I mixed a stiff one and

stood by the open window in the living room and

sipped it and

listened to the groundswell of traffic on Laurel Canyon Boulevard and

looked at the glare of the big angry city
hanging over the shoulder of the hills
through which the boulevard had been cut.

Far off the banshee wail
of police or fire sirens rose and fell,
never for very long completely silent.

Twenty four hours a day somebody is running,
somebody else is trying to catch him.

Out there in the night of a thousand crimes,

people were dying,

being maimed,

cut by flying glass,

crushed against steering wheels

or under heavy tires.

People were being

raped, and

People were hungry, sick; bored,
desperate with loneliness
or remorse
or fear,
shaken by sobs.

A city no worse than others,

a city rich and vigorous and full of pride,

a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness.

It all depends on where you sit
and what your own private score is.

I didn’t have one.
I didn’t care.

I finished the drink
and went to bed.

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