Los Angeles

Photo by Alan Carrillo 

“Aren’t you glad you left?”

“That place is (fill in the blank)”

“I was there once, I hated it”

“Everyone there is so (fill in the blank)

So much hatred

So much prejudice

But let me ask you this?

Did you watch a movie last year?

Do you listen to music?

Some day a big Santa Ana wind will come and blow all the scum off the street.

Dear LA,

It hurt my feelings

They didn’t even know you

Everyone put you down

Said you were phony

Said you were sleazy

I remember going to your triple feature at thirteen for a dollar

Putting my hands in Marilyn’s at the Grauman’s

Standing in line at ABC to see the tapings

Walking down Fountain Avenue

The smell of blooming jasmine

Hopping on the freeway to the Valley

Urban  sprawl, screen doors, and BBQ

Or I’d take Wilshire to the beach

Western to the Airport (little known way to avoid the gridlock)

Ah your view from Mulholland

Low riders crawling down Whittier Boulevard

East LA the shine of the classic clean machine

Bouncing shocks

Bulging muscles

Pachuca flair

Alvarado Street

New religions

Firsts of firsts

Langer and The Pantry

The Ambassador as old and in decay as you were then

I felt I was a part of old Hollywood when I drank my cognac on your lawn

The Hissing of Summer Lawns

Joni weaves me through Laurel Canyon

To Joan Crawford’s Pacific Coast Highway

Raymond Chandler’s neon streets

Gloria’s Sunset Boulevard to the Valley’s Boogie Nights

James Dean’s Deadman’s curve

Petty’s Free falling

Everyone craves sunshine

And a boy’s whistle

PS Miss you


Photo by BP Miller 

LA Riots

Seconds before that sudden feeling that it’s all a dream
We rolled down Sunset.
Through the overdosed city of LA
A fuck you angel dangling in the night
Erotic LA
Full and empty Eras
Vintage stores, billboards, the Pacific Ocean.
(We rolled on)

Different configurations
Below the powdered skyline
The city burns
We play music
Finely tuned instruments
It burns
(We rolled on)

The city raging with violence
In the twilight
50-ton steel-armored vehicles
Riot gear
Pepper spray

I turned in my seat to look
Black sky
Only floodlights on the scrutinizing street
We’re ordered to go back
We’re not far from the Pantages
We turn the car around
Hit the 101
It burns
(We rolled on)

From my new upcoming poetry book Dear L.A. An excerpt, L.A. Diary

Who’s Dying Homeless in LA?

Photo by Austin Neill

Did you see the blue super moon?
Fine and silent
Like a memory

Who’s dying homeless in LA?

Dazzling across the globe
Down below
The sleeping tents
Shadow riders fly undercover

Who’s dying homeless in LA?

Someone said
In awe of the perfect
spray of stars
and mobilization of moonlight

Who’s dying homeless in LA?

A gallery of the young
came underneath the stars
To trust, to touch
Realization slips between
the eyes of phenomenon

Who’s dying homeless in LA?

Oh, blue super moon
Your deep molecular heart
Gift of the night
Glow on our future
infinite secrets

Who’s dying homeless in LA?

Scroll to Top