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7/31/2003

12 Months on 7th - 8

8

working off the fat of the last hundred years is hard. H has to stop and read each sign that comes to him. the buses are harder to read the repetition though finally announces the subject never does it change until one morning another sign has replaced not z, y, x ever or find a plasma tv in a store window (usually it's just alluded) take a prone state and watch silently for hours or minutes or seconds. his coat sleeve is torn around the buttons (watching the hole) loose threads single gray brown black blue from the hole a head appears big white teeth laughing jerking around, "take the signifier, apple," the face is bright red and disappears through the front door all is silent except for the occasional bus or car take the preposition and place it in the can take a verb and drop it after a name: two big feet seeing nothing but staying still a halo glows from the window


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7/30/2003

12 Months on 7th - 7

7

"can each part be as important?" H is reading the L.A. Times opinion section from from from 2 weeks ago, ago. "can each word be..." H looks up at the 7th Galleria, "is it whole?" forget it. stamped on the, stamped on the sidewalk, stamped on the sidewalk is a Che Guevara silhouette. two buses roll by (what subject?) to South Park Staples Center and on, on and the flies hover overhead waiting to land circling waiting for the grammar to correct itself waiting for the punctuation to end and reappear as if: they… the period, comma, exclamation, quotation marks would cross the street to be with the downtown library. oh shit! up the street a man is walking fast eyes furiously looking for a slow walker one walker with a wallet. CRASSSHHH! "oh, sorry." And on down the cement walking path he went H gets up and turns around


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7/29/2003

12 Months on 7th - 6

6

W can't tie his shoes this morning no bending no reaching no one to hear what is written "oh at odds," identity and the walking up the street footstep after footstep, "what do you do with it," now isn't interesting enough for a remembered breakfast in St. Louis or Peoria – OK remember all that no one is really behind it all: the temperature has dropped 10 degrees you can't do this well and do another better drop it in a trash can think it can be learned the technique and good 'god' work at it over and over and over


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7/28/2003

12 Months on 7th - 5

5

one being the two being again one then following street lights standing 500 meters apart (not L.A. language) the bus driver pulls over the doors open looking ahead after looking at her watch the same subject and people: pardonable acts on the staircase blanket martyr man walking in open toed shoes asking for nothing not nothing to ask for to begin the stop watch and stop it as if going to the end was a knowledgeable knowing all not all anyway self conscious impression mirrored in the restaurant windows faces looking back amid the others "is it impression really, or the need to know?"

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one that is both that they are again lights of a street of following that are stopped 500 meters of separated (L.A non-language.) the pulls of the driver of the bus on the doors the same subject and people open to anticipate after watching its clock: the acts pardonable in the stairs cover the man with martyr that walks in the shoes touched with the end of the foot open which they do not request anything nothing not to request to begin the shutdown clock and to stop it as if going to the end or it was informed knowing all not all anyway reflected conscious impression of the one same one in the faces of the windows of the restaurant which they seemed back in the middle of others "is the impression really it, or the necessity to know"


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7/27/2003

12 Months on 7th - 4

4

incrustation around the lid of the peanut butter jar empty fixed in character variable in extent pointing north dash board compass saying "supernatural events influenced by..." to the naked (no glasses, lenses, laser cuts) eye pulled by the thirteenth letter of the alphabet – surrender get down on your knees and kiss the cement (imagine the dirt below) dream about a cocktail from the fifties remember? The electric train went to Corona went to Long Beach:

4.1

incrustation around to the premises of the specified protection of the emptiness of the bottle of character of the peanut in the 0 variables of the letter in the width, of that has the reference that the compass of the north of the cover of the warning of the introduction interested of directed "supernatural of the cases... (the crystals of glass, are against, cut to him of the laser) with the luminous eye cocktail of marked years 50, the end to remember if of tenth letter three of the transmission of the extensions of the alphabet for deeply inside his nose and covered the glue ideal (the dirt for smoothly is I use fact), ignited? the course that the electrical worker was to the crown was to regulate the length in the beach:

4.2

incrustation around to the premises of the specified protection of the emptiness of the bottle of character of the peanut in the 0 variables of the letter in the width, of that has the reference that the compass of the north of the cover of the warning of the introduction interested of directed "supernatural of the cases... (the crystals of glass, are against, cut to him of the laser)with the luminous eye cocktail of marked years 50, the end to remember if of tenth letter three of the transmission of the extensions of the alphabet of for deeply inside his nose of and covered the of glue ideal of (the dirt for smoothly of is I use fact), of ignited? the course that of the electrical worker was to the crown of was to regulate the length of in the beach:

4.3

incrustation of protection of of width, of north of interested of crystals of. with the of end of: transmission of inside of smoothly of electrical of length of


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7/26/2003

12 Months on 7th - 3

3

The bed is Centered against the forward wall A toilet A lavatory cold water only A window Above the porcelain Wooden floor No rug single bed directly Across from a Door north Picture hanging to the left Low drawers east No landscape not Interior either as no cycle Or imitation Before now Cement floors bars a bench Low ceiling twelve Others staring into each others Eyes waiting for Movement waiting To go Forget this Smell to Forget this waiting To walk away to walk The room is Four floors is Up stairs musty smell is Another scent is The memory beauty Is once enjoyed Once repelling once Remembered once A spiritual experience an agreement (a dead angel fallen once) The pigeons come in the window Shitting all Over the room Plastic sheeting covers the bed Only for sleeping All else Is layered by years by Dust in those layers by Remnants of moisture in lines The pigeons come in the window Shitting all Over the room Plastic sheeting covers the bed Only for sleeping All else Is layered by years by Dust in those layers by Remnants of moisture in lines


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7/25/2003

12 Months on 7th - 2

2

the clouds are never puffy here haze on a complete layer of flat gray clouds lays over 7th beat the sidewalk with an old broken umbrella black and torn they say "terror" when walking the stopped escalator it's strife when the huge fountain is stopped it's lies when the doors are closed and locked it's vengeance when the spotlight and booming voice (speaker) awakes you at 5am: throw a rock and it misses no one notices "get up and go to the Mission." intemperance when pulled into county jail and let go at 3am to walk seven blocks altercation with the staffing sergeant about the lost blanket the bag of cans the fear that invites exhilaration the hardening and tension the fingers temples battle screaming alternating "they are assholes, you are a mother fucking scum shit face," please forget the murder the son against the mother


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7/24/2003

12 Months on 7th - 1

1

walking in from Commerce, after riding the train in from Fontana. Cold June early morning. Kerouac is dead, Ginsburg, Neal/Dean, oh fuck even Burroughs... but not Ashbery, Ferlinghetti, Strand – forgot Bowles dead – the map of the unloving/unborn unfolds. a critic asks, "do you care about the time line?" well (long drawl) does it all happen in sequence? Or in parallel sequential waves?


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7/23/2003

Pico and Olympic

The corners are curved here with access to the street for handicapped persons. Step the wrong way and you will have a sprained ankle and then be handicapped. Remember to aim for the middle of the ramp and bounce up as you hit the lip of the slightly raised curb; you will glide over and onto the sidewalk with ease. Beware of your speed at this point, you may be going to fast and might endanger others and yourself. Drop it into first gear quickly and brake. Look around before:

Your sides Split with laughter No walking here While watching the news Your sides Ache from laughter No walking here Split with laughter Watching the walking trip Stay away from doors Watch the walking fall Stay away from windows Watch the walking crawl Stay away from stairs

The contrast from ten = explaining – (talking x silence) Forget the equation(s): pull forward and park Drop the anchor Call out for Rum

‘The tears of love Flow down my face Creases of skin spread The water’s flow To the corners of my mouth Where it spits away from my head Slapping you in the face, The Red Rose Of Love, the thorns slicing your Arms as you (they) draw away in pain’

The brightness from nine = silence + (explaining / talking) Click on the calculator: reach for the sparkling water Reach for the lemon wedge Step on the accelerator Spin around Tightly

Struggling around Dropping bread Unsteady and crying From a bag Watching the pigeons To the ground Pecking pecking pecking Pecking pecking pecking Watch the pigeons peck Knock on the windows Watching the pigeons eat Knock on the doors Watching the pigeons land On the stairs


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7/22/2003

Alpine Street at Grand cont.

4

They say "This Is Alpine Street," they say It because It is A DWP truck Rolls up to the corner Rolls to a stop: while While while "So you see" That is Grand No one is allowed to Pee pee On Grand Exposed these words A deception Water gushing upward No one Saying it's gushing The play "the word" sincerity Drop it Internalize it while it is Dropping dried snot Wisdom past Erinnyes speaking through Bad teeth Good wrath clean water beautiful Bodies locked Together turkey sandwich Tortillas beans rice coffee cream Dreams that followed me talking Incessantly evaporation that Turns the Street the Walls into the Words reflected by images Hepburn Driving the point on the 18th following into 19th never Watching only acting never impulsive Always impulsive in Details in lower Case words so You see This is Alpine street


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7/21/2003

Alpine at Grand

3

Screaming again Backed into a Doorway blackness dark night and Screaming louder again No sleeping a version truth Some praise Grand version of Truth one that is never Reached just Space (inner) a Story about the lack of Available light drawn Lost irrelevant suffering Acquired through… Time is defined in decades Third to fourth the deeds Change from words To actions Divided between known Anger driving through the street Red black Thoughts reeling over over in Deflecting verbal continuity Screaming against The darkness stillness A car Hits a fire hydrant water Gushing fifty Feet high next To a street lamp water Creating a Shadow on the sidewalk and Street the car Is gone no One arrives It’s time for a shower Clothes off quickly washing washing Stop screaming stop Itching so


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7/20/2003

Alpine Street at Grand

2

"Fuck me" The words rise And fall into a hole Single view double view one Eye blind The perspective trips Over the... walking Back then again forth to The sam' Corner fly’s Following my arms Babbling, "Fuck me, fuck you." Point to front right tires Those cars stopped The light Changes and the Thought is gone with the Vehicle the Vehicle the Cup it In your hand "Selected information" facts Say them if Promote them if you if “You promised you did” if Canaan meets my eyes if Capacity reaches if "Fuck me" will note that this isn't Pornography but the imagination in... Eager minds to learn if Subject noun "Oh love poems" I love Them they make... Cross the street yes again Cross the street around yes Reaching into a Pocket for some change a Quarter maybe a Dime who Who has dimes? "Fuck me" Corner crossed


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7/19/2003

Alpine Street at Grand

1

Fatty matter Pearly smoky growing Light passing contact that sits Feeling the weight The over Belt hanging sun that's setting Peeing again this time on The grass against The tall Plants vary Then sit Stomach at attention Tie a loop Of rope is This gaining access? Keeping Possessions secret from you? that Esophagus around the basket handle Fearfully forced Into a parting Neck line Ceased and stopped Begun pushed Across by thumbs Is it Disdain? The pages flip over Stop at sketching Yellow grass Within the last time week That isn’t concise to turning The doorknob and entering thrown Confused you that Larynx sounding rough Take this the Distress the Substance the Regret but No guilt you Say "humiliation is How commitment is Gauged in equity." Oyster shining shrinking You can Smell the rotten acuteness in Vertical alpine meadows reach up Openly take out the blanket


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7/18/2003

4th and Wall

6

from 4th and Wall walking to Crocker past San Pedro past it's language spell or letter it and ask anyone if and why they understand it "Do you?" the reader, are you really reading these words and if so "Do you really give a shit?" what does syntax and meaning mean to you? anything? do you understand "signifiers?"

the train from Fontana derailed in Commerce "oh we were hungry." do you know what an artifact is? and do you really... an eye on the ground one in the air deception, reality words from the LA Times


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7/17/2003

4th and Wall

5

the temperature is lower in the alleys lower even here but it's Santa Monica only low clouds June weather June weather warming up Wilshire Blvd toward La Brea sings out of stores out of clothing stores:

since having all toes removed walking is a breeze a free feeling tonight the drinks will flow flowing into your mouth into your thoughts "Is this your house?"

Can I park my car? Where do you know me from and why? A person a man a woman a full time bitch car salesman beggar fearful husband pre-owned and proud loser of fortunes stand up and take you're fucking clothes off it's a prize some wish

for wish for then forget wish for then forget


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7/16/2003

4th and Wall

4

put some glasses on read a so many sounds ears back forward nose sniffing the air in figure it round it well out someone in black with badges rides by and points to the left a cement mixer stops and several people walk around waiting taking tubes and attaching them to a long line take one moment express a feeling express a noticeable feeling scratch those sun spots those teary eyes that don’t focus would you be able to see if this Minnesota garden left you blind and debilitated with multiple sclerosis are we confused you and me walking back and forth


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4th and Wall

3

Over the paunch Chain link fence surrounds the Sidewalk there At the freeway entrance Pasadena Time tide Waiting cut off Chain link Fence “When all Stitches sew the sentence up.” Up where? Between the One meter Steps of poured Concrete: in. We are such crap… yielding Capital ethic working The ‘in’ service Of some rising Material function faith That rings With salvation “Ah! Yes” idealism OK! Run With blocks Of bricks stacked one upon. Do you really capture this Essence panorama? Are expressing a truth? Are you? Rough winds higher Up around the building roof (tops) See the clouds Then breathe Notice the roses Decoding meaning within a two By four square along side Your thoughts


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7/14/2003

4th and Wall

2

Drooling in the Drivel under the pillow putting The past Into parallel with the next Day present "Don't read it This way." One eye on The sky the other closed: Watching red Spots waving While spinning In a bathtub Whirl pool This brought back some wound Repeated cycles that "Lean over, Head in the Street." It Could contain Injustice shared over Uncertain Christ Like tendencies To dream up pain separation A soul lost a cold... "Just drivel" Laid on the table in No real Order bound to Doubt, just looping back again The newspaper said 'confluence' it Read one Eye open it Reached into a Pocket pulling out a fresh Band aid


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7/13/2003

4th and Wall

1

Touch me then Place a towel over my Eyes; two Eyes that M knows in Watching the Reflection, -spection to Where W Waits while balancing M does the same, too Function words Place holders Wall Street 4th Street yet No bank Ing, no ATM touch me Then W vomits Two legs Waiting, the street Holds asphalt M does The same also Sewing jeans First floor Touch me again since you Pulled a shirt on over Pronounce it "Patterns from a Miles Davis" Catalogue Creeley In a box Turn it over and look The tube slippery walls hands Hanging sliding Falling down again First splendor seen Airless horizon smoke valley, too River moves Then we touch The towel hides us again Closed eyes


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7/10/2003

E Riding the Crane

4

Pictures of loved ones, a son, a daughter. Eight and nine Dresser full of socks and underwear, mothers old wedding Ring. Sit up for a young bastard outside you look "Rejecting Everything in meter, but you can't lose meter," condemned Younger than you, you say

Stagger up The basis A flight of The base Stairs each The true thing One an inch 'Edmund out' Higher or 'Edgar in' Lower de Please take Pending on This land Eyesight Back take Yours that This letter

Unbuttons your shirt unbuttons your pants you won't fall From this height you know the steel that is being built Overlooking it: lights swing up words fly up Misunderstood.


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7/09/2003

E Riding the Crane

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The machine slows and stops, lights out a... Free verse, a passage through, a freeway. A Song ringing through the stereos On Main Street. Night song. Echo, not a

Resolution, not. At 5am workers Park and talk. Walk to the construction Site. Seven thirty pm a dozen LAPD cruisers are parked on First Street. "I'm looking up, I'm looking down." News vans, helicopters: between the streets In alleys (if you can find one) are Many that haven't (has no one) noticed. 'A fire hydrant sits, looking out, look Ing in,' dripping, drip. The water flows To San Pedro Street and dives into A drain. "We will not go to the sea, not Tonight." Or any other night. Words bouncing, Bouncing off building walls. 9pm the arm Swings 180 degrees: spotlights from invisi Ble birds in circles flying, or...


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7/08/2003

E Riding the Crane

2

Opposite the swinging arm: a face In the forward window. Hanging not re Flected, hanging not floating, "A Glance, truth is an accident." When Two eyes, little happy faces staring Out. "Mystery and night, planets revol Ving in the existent and non, lost The child (care)." The school is down the Street, it's yellow with basketball courts. Years... that's it. Five hundred yards away. A Way, "Bark bark bark." Where to work? 'To work tomorrow, work tomorrow.' Nobody is hearing, listening, comp Prehending. "Heal it." The space over The kitchen sink, teas, vitamins Soap, old pictures of dogs, dead, alive. Witchcraft and goddesses, "She left me a Lone, again." Unintelligible Messages rising up, floating.


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7/07/2003

E Riding the Crane

1

Seven thirty PM Los Angeles And First. Haze, dust from a new building, a Pile of concrete, a pile of metal Hanging wires and bright lights, yards

Of fencing, signs lit from behind: were It to be that one would leave un-affect Ed. Behind, the couch, the TV, the liq Our. No not the wine. A son dis Solved wife and husband, out nine years. Last night the ghosts were flying in from San Bernardino ("H you have a head Like a potato.") you can add To this if you want, most won’t, the masses Typing away in the... surrounding us Is repetition, "Ah, the subtlest Sound, tap the dancing and spin it Around," would you, you take this brick, a Brick, rusty shovel. He's climbed fourteen Flights of metal stairs, the mirror, "The Heightened social corruption That settles." Swinging to the left, swing Ing to the right, a full circle. As the Sun sets. The engine quietly works While a helicopter circles, opposite.


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7/06/2003

Sleeping at Rose Street

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And, "Lying on the sidewalk, a Sleep," watching the 'Rather' Watching the doorway for a Sign. "More cannot be done, not now, not

Now." Does a wall rise to hold a Winter rain from flowing Into a house? Through the win Dow more reflections of 'Nike.' Eyes close.

When loss is coupled with many Deaths. Repeating, repeat Ed, here the last song sung Gertrude, Claude, Caesar, Ha... ving no one, no

Where. Holding up a bottle to Drink again, "No winter Rain in May." Sing alto Gether now, "No winter rain in May!"

A microscope gathers under Light the nails. Fingers Swollen and pale. "You can look At this face," raising the arm. "It's no

One I know," lowering the arm. Lowering the activity Lowering the neurons, low Ering. "Say, is it chance or accident?"


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7/05/2003

Sleeping at Rose Street

2

...Of cars stopped while a man waves a stop sign in Repeated motion, in re-peated Waving, "Some of the concepts can't be Forced, they... those patterns of speech engaged words

Pulled from tongues and mouths by." Relation-ships Appear deficient. The tangle that Surrounds and be-moans the thoughts that envelope And whine. Four wheels pass by at a time, "A human

Mind in the box-wood hedge," the sleeping tired, the Unfocused image a head pressed Into the wall by a shiny boot eyes That open, a mouth, "This may seem like power o Ver change, you may think this boot is a final act."

Between an open door and someone Standing blocking the entrance, Joe Pass play Ing "............" the afternoon sun warms the hands. Re-wrapping

Over and over re-wrapping. A ra Zor, double edge, sleeves are back in And pulled, "This that is turned to clay." This radio playing, "Freud..." tunes. The wind comes.


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7/04/2003

Sleeping at Rose Street

1

Between a parking lot and a restaurant Between a newspaper Stand and the corner. A bucket of wa Ter, vinegar, toothbrush. Shift the scene up one or Things, bricks and almonds." Between a lot...

More levels: a group of people, one flight up Writing software, another group sew Ing jeans, one person rubbing a ciga Rrete butt between his fingers, "This isn’t a head Things, bricks and almonds." Between a lot...

Resting on a blanket on concrete." This isn’t Sitting on a rolling bus bench. The Scene shifts up two more levels, from the roof Of the 'Ronald Reagan' State building looking o Ver 'Little Tokyo' and in the 'Arts District' (supposed). Forget the bor Rowed thoughts, "Forget Jameson," normal Tongue tied twice, tie it to a bed post, a Handcuffed mission, "Forget it, the treatment of Things, bricks and almonds." Between a lot...


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