Baxter Street Monday

Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday” me trudging walking gripping onward forward traipsing baxter street monday and its steep inclines going up like a dizzy sparrow passing vertical merry go rounds the sly moulin rouge turnabouts that sip spit with maraschino endives scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons the stoner pink boys lost in rainbow cul-de-sacs lost amidst the traffic tirades the propelling grind of accelerators up up and onward everlasting floating hovering over shy ascensions in ravenous echo park me scratching grinding like steel death holding tight the skin wheel trudging baxter street monday the morning reality suspensions the daily cyclotron of kidney exertions of ascending footsteps moving skinward now racing down baxter street monday descending and plummeting passing vertical merry go rounds the sly moulin rouge turnabouts i see my sista rosa gonzalez she be screaming down with wet wings sending love bouquets to my los angeles