Temple to Alameda

4

"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."

Temple to Alameda

3

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..."

Temple to Alameda

2

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

Temple to Alameda

1

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?"

Handkerchief Woman

3

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.

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...

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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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…

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 ...

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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..."

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...

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." 

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.

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.

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

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.