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6/26/2003

Temple to Alameda

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"Golf ball of my life," flying over the ra Zor wire, hitting, street and walls hard ri Chochet, concrete noises ec Hoing, "The... golf ball of my life, I had to Leave my wife," singing slowly, deli Berately, then throat clearing and Phlegm flies, hitting the wall just a Bove the letter 'B,' it's continuous, every 10 seconds or less - creating a Waterfall, a complete Japan Ese garden, streams and rocks cut to Exact proportions... standing then walking Left eye-swollen shut, "When did we be Gin thinking in this critical Way?" The sound, golf ball against a Hard surface. "Politically accept Able vocab(words)ulary, de Viant, subordinately." The golf ball rolls and stops, "A signifier, A violent law." Step, slide foot, step, slide Foot in shoes, Adidas, too small, white And worn. "Golf ball of my life, I'm Singing about you, yeah... about you and when We were together."


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6/25/2003

Temple to Alameda

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A soccer ball flies over the razor Wire fence, bounces down Alameda. Wheelchair man pushes off over, Eyes glued to the ball, wheeling slowly, a Methodical approach. "A search for closed Form," the ball must reach the net or death Will come slowly through an autumn That colors red the eastern trees, colors the West yellows, ochre, browns. Legs pop out of The ball and run, gotta get back to Al Ameda. Singing, "A process a Product, let symbolize immanence, oh Charles," The ball is a valued object, in A field where tall weeds and dirty clothes Fill the environment and the Shopping cart carries groceries - "you are the..."


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6/24/2003

Temple to Alameda

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A basketball flies over the ra Zor wire fence into the weeds on Temple, nearly noon, the clouds fly by a A 747 from Taiwan, turning west Into LAX; share the hands, crack the neck. Shuffling along focused eyes Out of focus, towards Alameda Arms reach out of the basketball and wave, "Howdy, hey take me home, bounce me, please." Rocking back n forth trying to Roll out of the high grass; stops and looks at The ball, "I'm ready for a chance, a chance To get some shoes and kleenex." If I Jump in the river, on my own And acting as if, if I do it. And Perform and die: 'Too much water hast thou...' The basketball is smiling happy Cat, on Alameda. A man In a wheelchair and writing table stand Watching work across the street From a Clark construction site


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6/23/2003

Temple to Alameda

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A tennis ball flies over the razor Wired fence, bouncing into the street, once, twice Again and rests against a piece of wood. Two eyes Pop open, glazed green/hazel fixed on Smooth/rough fabric; superficial layers Covering a hundred years of unmoved earth. Begin by stuttering or babbling. And reach Into a front pocket for a dollar. The Fluorescent orange ball asks, "Is this the Weight of enlightenment poetry posted late in The 20th century?" Compression, a search for a Literary solution, pissing behind the Bushes facing away. "Take this dollar, Buy a donut." The two eyes close: a vision Of shallow brown water, mixed with white Clothes and a blue boat. Where is it, the brown coat? Is this the movie that stopped short for A moment of love? One person and a mirror Or no one reaching out from a bench, too tired To ask, "By the way, did you know they pulled her from the water?"


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6/22/2003

Handkerchief Woman

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Mambo and the hip hop kaw; how does he do it? Cap'n Kirk rolls His eyes to the side of his head and his tongue reaches out from his neck And touches Spock's ear, "Is that right?" Is that all right, is that All Brokaw right? One alarm goes off single beat - against triplets And 5 against 7.

Asleep behind the , "Mercy on us! Are you one of the deadly?" Cap'n Kirk raises his head and opens an eye onto Los Angeles Ave., awake but not wanting to be awake, alone and glad, Watching workers and bus catchers and others moving, the eyes Are gone and in the street is an empty half gallon water bottle

And pieces of newspaper being blown around by passing cars And buses and Spock says, "Cap'n your ear is gone; your Nose is shaved down," blinking again, "What are the possibilities That we won't make it out alive?" Cap'n Kirk gets up and sings "Purple mountain majesties, growing with infirmity," shake the

Ficus for someone else to come down, "I, deadly?" "You're the same as a crazy person and trouble yourself or your foot With who the last rider to get on the bus is," skip around The issues, the anger, the fear, skip, skip, skip to the original Sin, deed as dead, entirely caught and surprised by the officers

Ticketing for jaywalking, "Is this your usual spot?" Do you feel Aegisthus' contrition? Don't ask Sartre ask Zeus. Get up and go back To the parking lot behind the Chicano historical museum, "Old bank Of America, 'Sing it's praises'," the blood on the sidewalk, the yellow jackets Swarming over containers (Styrofoam), another hot day high humidity.

No one walking at the moment - helicopter flying overhead and human Bodies crawling out of cardboard boxes while a masked man blows the Leaves into the street (no leaves; just car lot dirt and diesel dust) That's diesel drop, spots, and dry particulate.


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6/21/2003

Handkerchief Woman

2

Staring, breath, a wave of the hand, "Oh, thank you, bless you sir I knew you... I think, I saw you over at the, D.A.'s, yeah," turn Off the lights with the left hand, a blank canvas, disappear Into the curb; crawling along a crack outlined by a line of paper Trash and begin to roll and touch the asphalt and begin to roll

And touch the asphalt again and touch the asphalt and get going as Fast as possible rolling into the middle of the street and back to the Curb weaving through traffic around trees and potholes and rocks and Through red lights and up on the sidewalk over legs and arms and Then touch the asphalt again and touch the asphalt burning a finger

Back on the sidewalk and into a tree trunk. "The ficus are dropping their Seeds, you see that?" She walks away from the water fountain after Pouring water over her arm, the water rolled off the sweater and into the Basin, scotchguard sweater, Gore-tex, nylon, coordinate those Outer senses - balance them so, so the blocks in the building are not

Curving into the sky and connecting to the clouds. "Stand straight And look at the sun, pinpoint the shadow of your head on the ground And spread your feet until the shadow is held. Facing the concrete wall Under the 3rd street tunnel, talking, "How does Spock do it? I mean, Does he have ears or are they plastic noses rolled out into bagels

And flattened by Honda civics, long lines of Honda civics, Car alarms sounding, how does Spock do it? Driving from One galaxy or star system or universe or whatever - driving Into walls and stars and bellowing, "What are you?" With Those ears that look like my nose flattened against the

Glass of the donut shop upturned, upturned with a cracker in each Nostril and now the concrete turns TV blue, Tom Brokaw's face Speaking through his cheeks, playing "America the beautiful" While the sun rises also over the Sierra's and the Brokaw’s Along Broadway waiver and dilate and make heat

Waves rise along car tops - take them off and look at The gray sky, brokaw’s, brokaw’s down the street Brokaw, kaw, kaw, you're fingered again, each of the stones Laid against concrete are aligned to become push buttons, off, On, vol, bass, treble, single, double, echo, reverb, twist...


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6/20/2003

Handkerchief Woman

1

Between the song of a mockingbird and Lebanese be Ing spoken, below the buzzing of aircraft: un Der the orange tinted sunglasses, two eyes blink Ed. Split hairs on the sidewalk; a big smile and "father, Son, holy ghost." She says, "This is the place to be a person," a

Street light goes on. Hanging from the window and making faces At people down stairs, hyperventilating, irri Table, "But none of this was mine," a memory: "Adjust the right first, with the left eye closed, then the left With both eyes open,": eventually, in due course, someday

Ultimately, a walk down Broadway will yield a new Stereo-head phone radio: down to Seventh, in To an alley and leaning against the wall, sing "kum Byyyy...ya," my lord, don't speak, sit down, stand up, sit down, back on Broadway and left down Fourth, "east is down" or off Broadway on va

Grant, "one squeal, two squeals," a hairbrush, a pa Per towel: one creation becomes a walk to a dead-end, climbing the Walls and into someone's window to find people that are unknown And speaking at the same time; at the same time: back out the Window and down into the alley, facing into the street. A trash

Can rolls across the alley blocking the way and say's, "Remember the Pebble in the BMW tire?" One wheel squeals, "I'm the BMW and you are the pebble, two eyes climbing up the wall, Rolling into bricks and mortar rows again, light dark, light dark, "Who are You?" A pair of eyes and a head with a headache and black eyes, light, dark

Pushed into a corner between two fallen bricks and there: Existing in a square area 2 inches by three inches - when A person walks by - staring eyes follow and become That painting, that mask, that outline outside the line, no Talking, no fires, or eating; a fly lands on the page...


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6/19/2003

p & cheese

flattened hair, reaching back under the coat to get a piece of cheese, "what will I write on, a co py of dramalogue?" breathing out, in, out. scrap ing out, in, out. scratching my crotch, "don't wake up," sleeping a

alone, an ant crawls up p's thumb an stops at the knuckle, little arms waving and searching for a nother pair of waving arms, "don't blink, don't. forget that each pair of shoes is an underval

ued piece of junk. the ants move up the scar a cross the upper thumb knuckle and meets arms that are not mov ing, longer and dead, p breathes a gain, out, in. the ant asks, "remember, me?" the ant waves its arm.

"I'm your deactivated soul, wake up and move over to the other side of the street," stomach ache, two eyes open and float up a bove the street light; ants have formed a line on spring street east of

second street and surrounding the l.a. times building. floating up above union station and look ing north; mount wilson lights: a fire is burning pasadena: a single spot of diesel fu

el holds two eyes reflected around oil ly colors, red and purple; the ants begin to move, car rying eggs up to hill into the metro and descend to: the eyes turn over in the oil.


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6/18/2003

p's eyes and ears

Eyes open, a leather jacket with silver Studs: stars a metallic noise; someting scraping. Not clear. Hearing works better in the morning, Hearing, a moth flies into P's nose - rubbing and poking. Sitting

Then standing. The moth is fleeing through the dark Tunnel, up. A motor starts. And rests around the corner, wings Lighting and periodically beat Ing (P's face tickles). The motor stops and sputters for several

Seconds. Moth, "Where is this allusion to Shakespeare, you're thinking about?" P cannot move, wants to and The motor starts again and is shut Off: one minute to seven, P says, "I have to re-think the cri

Sis in Lear," the moth beats harder and cannot Move, want to! Stuck in fluid: Vibiana's bell beats seven Times: Gone, P's hearing it again, or Again hearing something like a hammer against a sewer hole co

Ver. "Convinced that no effort will have val Ue," lasting or otherwise, pleasure as opposed to wis Dom, intelligence, knowing the dif Ference between an ant and a termite - nothing about the con

Crete is safe. One more hand comes up over the ladder, the Ladder, the goal, the proper pace and position yielding The pain as it pushes against the Seams in the concave circle of rusted metal wrapped outward,

"The making of reality is the es Cape from the hole," the release in transition and arguing "You can take words and not mean," not once, Open it, take one or many. The additions are the divi

Dends: one waits at the back door, blue eyes and Gray hair, "Will it produce pleasure?" The edge is cracked from wa Ter and age, "Dismantle thought and go Under the door," under the red pine trees glowing in the dark.


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6/17/2003

p & beard

the beard rests on the shirt. among the teeth are pieces of bay leaf across the street a concrete barrier to protect anyone from fall

ing debris, immobile: one corner for two months one corner for two months, "do you remem ber how these trees find water?" his head, at the foot of a wall

is bent to the side: snor ing into the concrete sidewalk, stuck to the saliva around the collar on the coat - his knuckles are

bruised from pushing a way from rolling into the street, a knuc kle becomes a brake; head in place without feeling the tears in the

skin, the tears streaming down around the lips onto the chin a gain looking up at a building an realizing my gums are bleed

ing - the eye protru ding from the beard and away from the face onto "my" hand. responsible: let me tell you, a cat walks by

no longer standing free ly and by their own muscular effort dangle from in visible strings, head knocked off and bent to the

sides; changing from effort. from volition - the car drives itself down the hill a be ing until stopped by an oak tree; say it's

bludgeoned to a mes sy pulp and left to rot under the leaves, the oak leaves and an acid residue - action does not take place.


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6/16/2003

San Pedro

3

On the pie, sideways: no sides, no wall Yes concrete slab, spread out in a receding long Closing V (touch my toes with my fingernails) Color can be a key, a gray envelope And a white eight by eleven, evenly

Folded in thirds, piece of paper: writing is Spanish: Nuñoz, Marin, Guadalajara, Chihuahua. Place a dinner mat on the glass table and reach For a fork - the asparagus spears form a long Branch, the off shoots with tiny red

Flowers, at the upper third of the branch a Dwarf or owl sits, "I wish I could turn my Head like that," somehow the, one way a, Signature of; take one brown leaf and paint it This is ochre even though it has a gray tint.

What are these? Colors? H said, "Tomatoes Are delicious," and I said, "H leads to Head us to the same place to pee, why?" Mulholland and I take turns shitting and covering For each other, "I lost my cup," what was that?

Mulholland stood and sat down, stood up, sat down, Walked to the fire to spit and walked To the fire and said, "I alone watch this burn." "Why," asked H? Parking in a lot with drying Sweet cilantro flowers and eating them, fingers

Tied together, "Does it make sense," H asked, "To plug the cable into the wall or to Bring the wall here?" Mulholland walked to the Fire to spit, I got up, too. "I can see it Burning." What is important, melanoma

And hands and burning the skin deeply enough to Remove the cancer; H was asleep, Mulholland Opened the last beer and stood up and sat down Where the water moves through the street a light Reflects against the bus. The bus, it must be five

Thirty. I can't see it. What reflection in the Memory of Mulholland seeks to point north? Free the guilt: one set of dinnerware is in A sideboard that is in another room, reduced to "Will begins in the grass blade pointed north and the

Jay sits in the elm,"

Mulholland clenched his fist and internally Attacked his liver again, again. A Gain, where H works for moments, I got lost in.... Lost in inertia, no action: wish becomes the Extreme corner: the microscopic section where

The taped wall painted over yields a Small hole: bubbled in painting, in painting, Paint: red to dawn to yellow, a rat turd has been Encrusted with millions of ants; tiny heads stick- Ing out - external - out; H waits for moments

To speak; "I think I saw a big pig," when it Looks pink: Mulholland says, "I can't force myself to Feel your pig; your pig!" H stands up, sits down, stands Up: the concrete wall is hard; his forehead sweats Sleeping: fades the thought to another picture

Against the light, Mulholland has his body. Has His grip and a newspaper truck roars by, speeding. Without, outside I waits for force to move Coffee donuts week old bread. Mulholland says, "Tofu causes cancer." H asked, "What?"

Tense, stretch out, relax. Burn a few calories, then Relax again, "tambien, otro uno, Viente uno." Yellow sulfur lights up Under a giant eucalyptus tree; the moon Is so bright I is nearsighted, however

Taller H seems, I walks away, waiting. Not waiting, walking away, a protestant.


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6/15/2003

San Pedro

2

Do not empty. Dogs on leash. Do not litter. You Bastard. I doesn't see my face in the long deep Store front window; tuxedo's, and state employ- Ees, Mulholland takes H by the arm, "Don't focus So hard, H," your eyes bleed sand: your ankles get

Sore from the journey, the concrete pie won't Let you pass, turning around, I smells tacos, my Mother's hand is in the dishwasher and the glass is Clear, dark spots on my arm, H waits for the Signal, and slowly, crosses Seventh at Broadway.

Mulholland slips out of his clothes and lays Down on the concrete, next to curb, next to the Water that, in the street, is splashed by Thousands of grinning "happy faces", slugs And a watch band, slugs that are not snails

And know the ocean only as molecular memory Where Mulholland went I followed and H spent Money; money that leaked into the strug- Gle, Mulholland ate roses and if hungry The color of the street changed to azure,

Wait. Pushing the cart forward I slowly walked Up Third to Hill; across the street: in the one Minute since H disappeared; a rainstorm. Once is happy face, created, brought up between A thousand birds in late August and Chinese

Elm leaves, the tunnel is a place to stay; On the other end I waits for Mulholland, waits for The ficus to bloom, waits for the rain to end. I is sweating, I's hand is burning after falling On the pie; the reflection is a wed

Ing dress, gown: anxious feeling in my feet where Each toe is black, my pants are black, shirt is black. I looks in the window; the mirror reflects the Cars behind me on the street "El Jesuchristo" Universal redemption, a marriage;

Couple walks past into Elvira's wedding chapel. This is no marriage; no reconciliation, Years, minutes, days of love, but abandonment, where Alone: the room is square, in the closet are Fire crackers, on the dresser is a bowl

Containing flies and chameleons, dying just before The trip through New Mexico, Arizona, To Los Angeles, Sepulveda road, "thinking That San Pedro would be the perfect spot for his life to end," but forced to a house with

Another yard and death in a motel in El Paso. A small grain of sand is rubbed into The corner of Mulholland's eye; next to the Nose around the curving lip of the tear duct, into The hole, plugging the hole, so I saw a face

In the window and H pulled I up. H walked toward I; homunculus: the man With little legs looked at I from the street, no Sidewalk level, (my eyes sideways) sweating And drooling on the ground, I is drooling…


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6/14/2003

San Pedro

1

Approval is the stretch between Slausen and The one ten; harbor I can't sense a bay Or a harbor or a sea, from brown and Black stucco lies in a stair step that has a wood A plywood pile. H stops. Here he sits, green pants

And small baseball cap sweating cart garbage Truck haulers; with a tank turned over behind a Rusted fence the wood is ply and torn corners Piled on the stairs stucco with red pencil Lines airbrush pictures of geese flying in long

Lines; gray night twilight the light stays until now 11pm this city sits; a basal Cell cancer on H's head, spreading ever out Ward eating away at never evolving piece Of wood some burned, some burning others fresh from

A fire circle that smells like burning plywood and Oil, eating an apple; trying to think of The antonym for laxative to press crowd in H sleeps lightly; no, and there is yes "no, and." The head isn't what this is all about and it

Implodes in crystal slabs, one sitting down and Easy to talk about. How incorrectly, to Ward the blackened trail head, yes blunt and skew Ed sentence, the "third" person in a poem. The lie, the all, the lie's where points might be

Made. The tall grass growing in clay, where no notice, Loud raising of eyes in wooden stairwells Slowly going away to death and a variable System of deduced non-verity or what? Truth? You ask "Till the sand is tamped down hard,"

Packed with iron and one's actions Translated into fate, ah! fate "destiny" in Inevitably, crouched behind a low wall wait Ing for you one dead man and countless more under A layer rocks, gravel, clay: the two year old is

Screaming this is a schist, a parallel, the Direction you turn when facing the sun at sun Rise, brushing his hair H faces south, the blue Line is up some stairs someone is playing: marines Hymn and the piano is out of tune dust

Layered into the corner of the stairs The south side, the cracked stairs, ants flow out in a Single line, baseball cap off and rubbing his head H mumbles "figure this out, once I didn't Wake up, I was forcefully slapped awake

And someone with blue eyes dropped me on my head," Parting the wigs on the left H stood back; a grin Across his stomach protruded "happy face", Laughing happy face. The donuts disappear And the portable toilets fill up; fill ...


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6/13/2003

Higgins Building Pissing

Shut you up you asshole shut you you shut ass Hole up fingers pointed at the ground then pointed at The ground it's not a moment where you say figures It's only figures tightly between thin tightly held white lips Shut you up asshole you shut shut you you asshole Up mutter at the hotel sign while pissing on the Wall the corner one way pink the other gray angled Vertical plaster ripped away between streets disappearing into deep tunnels The rails signal to the objects the objects describe themselves Detailed on a 3x5 card, shut you up asshole

No form here Say goodbye and disappear Blank table The cigarettes and sunlight as Cloth of white They choke down choked Linen D waits Down those words approved By the door No By the deed One walks out Excised removed expelled to "No money no Follow home the repellent No honey" singing Hangs from the wall the

Circumstances H swears under his breath "shut up you ass" Impugned against impulse while waiting for for each letter that Resides on the table to appear definitions are read out loud "Humiliate, demean, degrade, debase, abase" synonyms you know well that Knew steps from the kitchen to the bathroom from the Cardboard bed to the portable toilets catching words flying through The air in a long curve one, arm, length, wise, at, Right, angles, paired, with, a, pencil, note, book, scribbled, writing, Read, it shut up you up you shut you you Asshole hole ass up you shut you up you you D stands up the wall leaning against the door


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6/12/2003

Broadway

4

The broken concrete is placed three inches from The wall and two inches from another Broken piece, the gutter placement sits low to The roof and the water pours over and onto

The road where the sign to show the road has been lost In mud and vegetable debris, where The last piece of decomposed sediment Rests, while Goodyear rubber splits and careens away

Tracking and bobbing along the highway, Sixty. Tulsa is in the past the past, the small Stone from the crushed concrete rolls over the Tulsa moon, Tulsa sun, on my way to Dallas

By way of Little Rock, I took my Pepsi and Sat by a window, window with panes, the Trees sang until one thirteen a.m.


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6/11/2003

Broadway

3

The lack and/of chicken head. Where for $1 I can get A key made and a watchband put on at The same time, something rings on the light, central To the smell, dead pork flesh; polio skin, "¿dónde hay,

Buen?" This is a watch face or a concrete pillar Or cotton faded from the pants leg up From the shoes and heels collide. Hear the reason Some art work is banned and death comes to those who

Remember to clean the flood control grates on north West corners. With paint, a signature is My symbol, my life today is a rougher Version of a 35mm snap

Shot taken when asphalt is poured and raked. The curb is broken here; one sign says "men Working". The 2 by fours are in place and the Cement truck is red and the giant bucket spins.

The scrawl swings by repeating what looks like the word Nor, nor what? ¿dónde hay, buen? The lack Of a chicken head sits by the door and blinks At my inseam, and I scratch and scratch the lumps on

My head. Where J.J. Co. rang sales ringing the skates split Splinter into metal shaped around the Sidewalk. The sidewalk is glue, I'm glued to A poster, against a tight leg and smell equals...

My head poking up from the moved cover, I Am a sensation, no bus rolling or Finger crushed and a trapped arm under Gum dropped in the afternoon sun, squirming to

Get to 2nd street. B gave me back the mirror And... The key goes in and/but pulls back to roll Open. The cylinder is wide and round and The neoplasm works its lines on the curve

Under the ear. Hearing what? No relative ease, Yes, tumor in conjunction as a Celestial sphere, a basketball game for Speakers wrapped in a tight wad, spat out where

Drops sit on the counter next to the phone/address Written on a pink post-it and where dust Has settled lightly on the water surface. There is still a red dot reflected from the white

Volvo parked on the street.


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6/10/2003

Broadway

2

I frame things in black aluminum. That is, landscapes Portraits and parking attendants; the door To the store is open slightly, a result of Earthquake damage, it locks and unlocks and opens

Breaking a figurine set on a pedestal Placed 22 millimeters from The edge of the cement grouted between each Ceramic tile. In the tile ants are lined and

Moving in out of the sun, a weed sprouts missed By the giant slasher. The line of ants has Slipped and split into two lines: on up The walk, the other into my glass of orange

Juice, Ring it! Ring twice! The door isn't open, My finger is gone. My notes are gone. My. Ring it! Ring it twice, again! My finger, my Notes, my head, my finger, my notes, my finger, my

Steel, meat packing, ready-made clothing, equipment For agriculture, my silence will now Continue to forget the craft, the work that Blends several groups and isolates them all by

Never forming into puddles because the hill Slants to the NE instead. Where to the NW, where to the SE 31st street, I close the taxi door, pay the fare; walk home through

the rain.


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6/09/2003

Broadway

1

"Twilight", he said, "Bake a dozen pork sausage till The house smells; human flesh burning like the Pigskin is resembling. The glass case door that Is open and reflecting the face and 60 watt

Bulb, "Morning", he said, "A bowl of cereal with Yogurt maple syrup flavored su Gar atop frozen raspberries." I long to sleep On the days when the sun hits the cirrus clouds at,

At dawn, "Goodnight", he said, forget it, "It's not Dawn or dusk and now you say it's spring." The mockingbird provides: spatial distance Representation, which the black crows on the rain

Gutter do not seem to notice and the room is Dark and the shutters are slightly closed, Some light cut and sliced, don't forget it! "It is, is dawn now," she said. Stones are placed in

Uneven rows two inches high up along where The grass meets the snow and where the light cuts Across the wall and the sidewalk is clean from The rain overnight, the iron curtains or the

Aluminum grates the iron fences and the Chain link is gray-black, broken glass is cover Ing the street in front of the donut shop, where Does the bandanna which when worn on the head make

One look like a pirate and what does a cardboard Box do for sleep? My pocket is empty To those hands, my wallet is frozen to those Eyes and pleading, the socks are off and the welts on

The toes are now bleeding, just a cup of coffee, donut and taco and "El Señor Jesus" now waiting to take the bus to 14th and Olympic blvd. A bottle rests up

Right, liquid fills the space and ants have met at the Lip and cross each other creating a Thread to sink into, to be, to have, to leave Molecules of depression trickling through the

Heart and spinning innocently waiting, waiting for The fluorescent light to automatically To switch on against the hallway door. Wood that Rarely blocks or experiences photons. The

Brass door handle is black from my hands and fingers, "Solemn and scared, say someone and some Hand, now." Why say someone and some hand, now I Am not sure, and the molecules burst into.


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6/08/2003

Spring & Main - III

The dead animals, meat, Mozart, meet death And forget to register at the Entrance, at the desk: what about Your new year? - what is it? Is it pleasure? A one four five to the end. And

Is a victim of age bias deserv Ing of retribution? To transform Patriarchy, matriarchy. Ok, ok, how does the white or the black or White car spin it's wheels? In re

Verse. That verse that renders itself as new. Ah, new, what, new, now, new, what, now, not new. H forgets his two four three. Four yards in back of the scaffolding for- Getting to, too much stinking, ah

But H is a crow: bowed instrument Played like a violin below The bridge and blue fescue and bunch Grass with, new, what now, now what, new year A three five double two step up.

H can see the light; the side sun thru the Oak, what oak? A dream from 1975 ninety se venty five, John Steinbeck and the End of depression - no notion entire Ly remembered or evi

Dent or interesting, casualties that You think might... or strong arm. Pulling off A ball point ink, ink, pen, ink, "Oh shit, he's stuck on the same chord, the Major, minor." H's hair is

Red, pulled up into a tight bun. A strong smell/odor under the sign Holding Central City at fif Teen feet, north on Broadway right turn on Second right turn on 3rd, right turn

On Broadway, left on Spring, another left On Third on the southeast side of Broad Way. Speakers on sale: 4 inch woof Ers; and two tired to sleep. Walking. In The ears - car noise, bus noise

Scraping noise - bad power steering, again This isn't a helicopter, it Is H waiting for the MT A and figuring: 2 + 2 and 4 + 3 equal, equal, equal, the

Image that is in the window at the East Levi store, giant Mayan cal Endar - October 5th, past hot Barbecue in Tarzana, lug sole Shoes and mid thigh socks and a cold

Beer that is in the cold case in J & P's. In fiery: when dawn begins A blister is forming on the Big toe of H. Big toe, anxiety Mountains of anxiety in

Front of the sun.


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6/07/2003

Spring & Main - II

Is dug - water is never reached or Is not water. H stands up, sits down. The flooding around the park, some Pieces of wood are stuck in the bricks and Plants, a crocodile swims to

The Million Dollar pharmacy – botica. Two heads, are for meaning, one for death Stuck, attached to the same bo- Dy and H staggers into the Street against the red light. Seven

Rows of cloth; pastel colors and frozen Milk bars. Sipping water from a sports Bottle: tiny birds in the rip- Ped ficus and pitosporum. Up on, Up two, a dozen. A walking

Dream, a crocodile raises its head And begins a "tail wagging," to- Ward H, standing up looking a Round for a place to run, no shoes, no socks. H sits down on the curb and waits.

Lost in a mandala, Pershing Square Becomes a giant purple shadow No activity, no extra Exterior. 2 stone groups and 3 stone Groups repeated and mixed. Could

These groups be the difference: what we see (2 groups) and what we cannot see (3 Groups)? H begins to sing, "How do you take it Out? So my armpit won't smell, no

More..." And on. The smell is the present, the Exterior reflection of the Water running along the street, The inner way along the shadow as It recedes, as it recedes, as

It recedes: the future, the boundary, The presentation to our eyes. The More-ness of the thing; "How do you Take my armpit out? How do you take it out? The figure becomes my nostril, oh..."


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6/06/2003

Spring & Main - I

At 4 a.m. H was awakened Giant penny store lights are blinking A dozen empty eggshells, a sock Shoe, a foot. A day is long several Passages of sun occur. A

Walk to: lonely cry, solitary, a Response of anxiety. It ends, the Heart is not beating. Rocks, large blocks Within the fence. One side is a need; one Side is a love, an energy

Resides, a hippopotamus, a bald- Ing force around a small lake; a set Land and concrete ballast holds the Plants to the bottom; muzzle up. Slow eye To the East along Third. No loud

Yelling, screaming, ranting group of stones can prevent Sleep. The water flows back along the side Walk a few inches, a few, a Few inches are a few blocks, miles, two Miles. The dumpster is being

Emptied: empty as a can, pear can, With a dead pothos in it. No trash, Not garbage: a can, a plant (dead) A hippo, a blue flame and a blinking White light. Flashlight shines into the

Corner. The area where concrete and Wood exist, fusion never takes place Never, but, and, figure is 1 Plus five. H gets up, time for coffee and Shadow of the head against the

Wall and noticing how it, the head does Not move, H sits down, it's not clear. There is no plate of food on the Table. When there is, concrete in a Paperbasket, left a hole...


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6/05/2003

Central City

Midcity IV

Concrete cracks are pushed up against the south East corner of 3rd and Broadway, a grate figures As a hole to some underground aqueduct and Brings to mind Slothrop's trip - but, mine is to

Santa Monica bay to Venice Blvd. Central Market Empties here into an electronics store, a shoe store The gargoyles on Mulhollands office say to me, "Why do you look, why do you care, why spend the

Time?" The bartender says, "No... he can say that."


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6/04/2003

Central City

Midcity III

Out, or count her in, I say "HER" as if I meant to remain in place, pink painted bricks Hearing years of anxiety and lay Ers of marketing under the rings of growth.

Reading outloud he said, "Meet at morning wood." Lunch is up the steps by new concrete and young hearts Create a new view, a new length of string An arch, a million stone holes, elevators

That drops seven floors. Too bad, interpreted American Jones About sex and

Organized religion And how the cafe on The corner sells bad coffee, Are you Russian? "YES!"

The fog envelopes the Wells, oh Fargo building, she hasn't Been in the street lately, up To Alvarado or

Pico or Wilshire at Ramparts, the Vons market - vegetable Section, outside the swing doors One out, out pleading, "AH"

Skewer Burroughs, skewer Kerouac, save Ginsberg for Whitman's revival and Remember, Strand is a string of beach In Oxnard. I get my car off

Telegraph road and fart my way down to Huaneme. I'm miles from Oceanview Ave. But similarities exist everywhere, This meaning is that understanding...

Better look, look at guilt, it's there in the street. Where an iron grate keeps the assholes in/out And a keycard yields a look into a World of electricity; the corner

Drugstore, where to get a condom, Spanish is the language and tequila is The drug; I'm not awake, I'm not here. This top hat religion and wedding dress slit

Creeps around Bradbury into Ronald Reagan's brain. At Last and forever, a gaining solution that is rendered In red and gold; focus it - until it blurs the carpet Pieces get closer. Do you save any ideas? Do you have

Any questions? I do... is it Spring street that runs West or is it Main that joins Temple at Sunset? The homeless shelter, the old Times building. I suggest we take a walk to hell and

Get some flowers, flowers that are pink. Pink carnations: pink tints and yellow Stomachs with bellies protruding through the Windows and out. out. out. out.


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6/03/2003

Central City

Midcity II

Xenophobia to dominate as A victim; whining regaled red robes There... at 4th street "no comprende, senior" Sustain me, make me a victim again, please

Alternative, monitoring makes, makes Black, black, blk, blocks, affirmation ringing jobs Harm in saying "DON'T!" what design? what They talk, "que?", I'm not entirely sure my

Spanish is weak, my English is weaker The figure that calls democracy sacred Calls facism sacred also and marches Down Hill off of Third and over to 7th

He went by the trash can and tied and Needle inserted, somehow thinking he was Hiding - the ficus the trash can, the concrete And a cold beverage machine in a parking lot

Discrimination pulls at me, it says "Reason creates reaction creates plans, harm Designed," figure twelves in five six Are, five six one and you count Vibiana.


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6/02/2003

Central City

Midcity I

Once you do this, flashing Light, I walk to the And when you say "ED?", What has five legs

And runs very slowly? Baby basket; you've lain across the Sidewalk on a mattress from Goodwill a Fly walks across your stomach. I

Can smell nothing, not A thing that doesn't Remind me of a Landfill at noon

West Covina; back in the Market pork loins and skinned roasted Peppers, we walked to Hill and talked Work, is work, work is work, is work


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6/01/2003

Crawling Across First Street

Red light, green light, hands and knees, hands and knees. One hand forward, one knee forward: some One with an umbrella, "Do you Need help?" need, need help, hands and knees, poi

Son rocks sticking in my knees. An ambu Lance sits at the light - red lights flashing The driver steps out and says, "How Are you doing, fella?" Gracious man, hands

And knees, hands and knees, poison rocks stick Ing in my knees, "ok, why?" slowly, To the curb. the yellow striping says: arrow Says: (arrow) white paint circle, "elec" red

Light, green light, hands an knees, hands and knees, one Hand forward, one knee forward; up on The side walk staring at two fac Es, one white suit, one umbrella, four eyes.


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