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
7/16/2003
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
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
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.
7/09/2003
E Riding the Crane
3
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...
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.
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.
7/06/2003
Sleeping at Rose Street
3
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
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.
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...