Hey Black California
It's Irish
Now is your time it says
Only you are the living
Special news letter
If I was really big news
Why?
Why live so?
People are civilized
Capable of amazement or?
Being watched
For being news bigger than?
Answers
Wandering into a world life
Without knowing
Winging it below the completed people
Blocks the learning
Something starts and ends the little topic
If learning the black news
The white girls a business
If funny paper is in
She owns the funnies
Little guess gives big hair gal the shoe
To be run by a lady of the night is?
Not a funny for Irish
Enjoy yourselves black
The movie ladies name is
Jenna can't lose
Now I know as times is easy and is hard
How's saying you knows these shows paying her
Next morning no newspaper to show you black and white
Crime is old and smart
If out the vocabulary then put it back after writing congress article in newspaper
Catalyst California Poem
It doets
In file
Creating improv
Of government structure code
Deep in the winde to pause
The slouch is may, or you without silence
The eavesdropping behind the times
Never had I met you
Still I know your name,
Because of the notoriety
Because of the fame
Written in stone
Forever and a day,
Many gone too soon
Seems to happen that way
Halls of Hollywood memories
Echo down the tomb ...
In a place of reverie
Not a place of gloom
Legends of the silver screen
Lives of cinema and script,
Lying in silent repose
In walls of the crypt
Living on in pictures
In ghostly black and white,
Gone but not forgotten
Under legacy's bright light
I can leave a flower ...
Can touch your nameplate,
In life I could never
Get near one so great.
Grimy sweaty dusk,
L.A. hazy horizon.
Steaming torrid lune.
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
Anti-Poem— “Going To See Honey Sanchez”
gloria and me we take a yellow taxi from canoga park
we go to see honey sanchez at the olympic on grand
she be the dragon lady on skates she and terri lynch
both of them girls be tough as nails in their ripe beauty
both wearing thunderbird white riding fire and blood
lighting up the banked track against the texas outlaws
gloria keep telling shirley hardman she be dead wrong
stop your mean ways shirley girl stop beating on honey
baby she say to me could I get her a soda and peanuts
the crowd be all noisy tonight and I can smell hot dogs
the people here they be rowdy and angry they scream
cuss words eating greasy onion rings and drinking beer
my gloria she be saying only one skater be her top hero
I says who and she smiles and say it be honey sanchez—
skater dragon lady at 18th and grand in her ripe beauty
On Saturday, the L A Rams
Encountered the Monterey Clams
With no and, if, or but
It was open and shut
The Sopranos limped home like lambs!
This is the hub of Angels; by which I call a city
A concrete jungle of building that's never been pretty:
Culture in place for the unappealing disparity at its center
Come! And waver off on years of aimless wandering when you enter
The Angels must’ve failed; their endowments left unfilled
Our authenticity is a euphemism; a place by where dreams are killed
We follow the hoods of lavish cars that lead us to the sea
Must be that it’s an easy place to douse in our vanity
Around the corner in an alley
Behind a run-down diner
On a nameless Los Angeles street
Two strangers converge slowly on
The appointed location where
Their mutual connection set a meet
On their first point of contact
An explosive reaction that
Produced something violent and divine
They continued their encounters
Coupling, colliding, entwining, dividing
Nearly every day of aught nine
Like every age of greatness
The trysts gradually abated
Until the two hardly met at all
Behind a run-down diner
On a nameless corner
A memorial in graffiti on the wall
May 26, 2017
City across the water, night by violet aurora
Los Angeles, we're further south than I thought (than we should be)
I take a strewn-bark trail to get a better view
Hand me the camera, Polaroids in quick succession (when is this?)
It's not quite capturing it, never the depth of field we need
Daybreak (remembering, there's no bay in LA)
Scores of Chinese workers emerge from pores in pagodas
Hauling, cleaning, young mean men, old pig-tailed women, children too small to see clearly
Faces are rusty, resolutely worn
I can zoom in but can't get there from here
Night again, back on the trail
A man appears from the palm brush behind
Could pass for a 1930s Okie hobo; faded salmon shirt, crushed felt hat
Something in his beard
He just wants to feel the lights and see the palms
Gunshots, on my side of the water
Okie flees, I hear whispers, overlapping
This is good stuff, though unnerving
I should be writing this down
Ushered from the scene, to somewhere I didn't expect to be
Living in the city of lights
One among many Angels in flight
Souls that connect, artists we are
Always a place to converse with a star
Never boring or lonely because
Gravity pulls us together with buzz
Everything moving in fast pace
Life is simply a beautiful race
Engraved in my heart this city I love
Sunshine and diamonds and friends in my land.
A land of beauty art and aspirations
The most exciting place to take vacations.
Understanding the impossible
has been challenging at times
to find answers when there are none
the door opened on my mind
Perspectives of desperation
there's an exit almost blind
my delirium the equation
fighting bravely to survive
There's more soul to this gray world
a solid come back, no madness involved!
No more rushing Los Angeles
No more room to take my time
contradictions just in my head
my intentions are divine
You have trapped me Los Angeles
giving me enough to breathe
without knowing Los Angeles
this is home and I can't leave!
... and it seems there is no need ...
The Angels future looks bright now and beyond.
They caught the biggest fish in the free agent pond.
Albert Pujols comes from the Cardinals in St. Louis.
He is a first baseman with great baseball prowess.
Left handed pitcher CJ Wilson also came.
This former Texas Ranger is at the top of his game.
Add them to the horses already in the stable,
and anyone can say the Anaheim team is quite able.
They can jump into first right out of the starting gate.
Los Angeles fans will see a team that is great.
In October, will there be a World Series trophy?
That will be an event with huge plausibility.
Los Angeles boys are angels, from Earthly heaven
They make the ultimate, best husbands and friends
They use their intelligent minds to fly, instead of the sky
All Los Angeles boys
are absolutely gorgeous
No one ever disrespects a Los Angeles boy's wishes
Everyone always wants to check and see, that they're
never in danger, never in harm's way
Los Angeles boys always exceed everyone's expectations
And since, these guys are superstars-statused,
not just to family and friends,
they need executive protection
Los Angeles boys are everyone's safest bet,
with no gamble,
because every single Los Angeles boy
is a live, in person angel