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.

P and Body on the Freeway

II

(Fuzzy), which way to turn? P doesn't know and looks the other way East down Hill on
Fourth. To the freeway, to the 110 North, stepping slowly, singing, "Make me a ham
Burger, and place it on the steps... leading to your door," take a turn, and turn a
Corner, come on around: P balances on the sidewalk, awake. Lights, red, blue, white

Over, "Come on around; corner," and lights flash: "Reasoning for reason cast as (Duchamp
Moves, knight to queen bishop knight), and lights flash again, does the ground shake?" P stops and asks
Himself, "If death is here then it must be there and with my no-sense of death sense then
This sensory feeling must decline," one parking meter waves a sign "OUT OF O,"

The paper is ripped after the "O." Out of O or out of out, P walks, contin
Uing up Fourth and down to the offramp, which swings a slice of orange peel from free
Way to connector road, "Out of order," P sits on the bank against a priv
Et and stares, fire flares surround a yellow draped mound, "L is no longer refer

Ring," creation and creating, P gets up and slides down the hill. Stops at the curb and
Stares; sits down, stands up, "what did you do?" One marked car with lights and one unmarked
Car without lights: cars slowly pass into the orange peel and P's pupils close.