“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
S
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
helicopters
50-ton steel-armored vehicles
Riot gear
Pepper spray
Curfews
I turned in my seat to look
Roadblocks
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?
Did you see the blue super moon?
Fine and silent
Perishing
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?
Cinematic!
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?