What…and tranced, and all of L.A. at a glance.
A beach in heaven bronzed gloriously with legs
and arms – goddess breast and the biceps of
On a balcony overlooking a marina I smoke and
make plans by dividing one thing into another
from something I subtracted from something
I have done already.
An ancestor laughs, a bell rings, and a myth maker
drives past smiling, talking on the phone about the
someone he chained this morning to a calculator
“until all of my rightful money has been counted.”
In L.A. coconuts don’t fall from palms – no one
seems distracted, the city roars with “sighs” – each
emanating from a multi colored mouth within a head
perched on an elongated throat –
From children rolling across lawns – from guys wearing
various hats, ridding in cars yelling above the music
“I just got my skin decorated with a map of a more
Fuck fuck and shit shit, everyone here itches to be
rich, and should this city’s poets ever be paraded to
the courthouse to explain how their poetry has a
place within the din, this city will be doomed to silence.