7/07/2003

E Riding the Crane

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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.

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?"

7/05/2003

Sleeping at Rose Street

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...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.

7/04/2003

Sleeping at Rose Street

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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...

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."

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..."

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

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?"

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.

6/21/2003

Handkerchief Woman

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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...