Monthly Archives: August 2017

Incisor Man

Published August 16, 2017 in I Don't Even Know , LA Stories - 0 Comments

Incisor Man

My teeth are self-whitening.

It’s the craziest freakin’ thing.

I mean, I could rub furniture stain on them

and they’d be pearly white in the morning.

I don’t know how it happened.

I used that light thingy once.

Now, I’m all animal instinct.

I just want to bite you.

Applying to become a super hero.

If It Ain’t Got Swing

Published August 14, 2017 in LA Stories , Musicians and Actors - 0 Comments

If It Aint Got Swing

Hit me!

Not so hard!

And not in the face!

Give me that funky groove.

Now, shake it until you feel better.

Not sort of better,

I mean straight butter better.

You get me?

It’s the rhythm, dig?

The inside pocket.

The beat you feel inside your bones

that won’t let you sleep at night.

March on Charlottesville

Published August 12, 2017 in Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

March on Charlottesville

When there is hatred in your heart,

you are easily manipulated.

The resentment and rage makes you easy prey.

And peace or contentment will elude you

because there is always something or someone else

who is responsible for your lot.

Only love and owning up to it

will bring you what you say you want.

Dance Me to Your Beauty

Published August 11, 2017 in Flaco , Lizette - 0 Comments

Dance Me to Your Beauty

Chuletas for breakfast with avocado and lime.

Rice leftover.

Flaco kicked the screen door open.

“Da me lo.” he said.

“Da me ahora mismo.”

Lizette looked sideways.

“Go and get it. No one’s stopping you.”

He picked up the drums and they came alive.

He could turn on a room in an East Harlem minute.

Gun Shy

Published August 9, 2017 in Darsky - 0 Comments

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He was masterful on stage.

Like a flash of lightning.

But, he was totally mortified on camera.

Like he pooped his pants.

I mean all wet and runny.

So, the agency booked Darsky for a tv spot,

naturally.

And during the interview there was

a fracking earthquake.

Got spooked so bad

he ripped his drawers.

Sitting Pretty

Published August 8, 2017 in Trish - 0 Comments

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In Black Canyon City.

Sleeping on a bench, no rain, mild breeze.

Fixing her hair just right, you never know who might appear

in the moonlight.

Pull you from the down and out,

right back up again.

Trish had almost forgotten about him,

he’d been gone that long.

Still help out hope he might

be back this way again.

My Sheperd

My Shepaerd

God is the master of random.

He plays it like a cheap suit chess player.

And he is the ultimate in thinking many moves ahead.

God thinks, like, a million moves ahead.

In fact, he’s already thought of the move

that will bring us back to the beginning.

And, he’s already made it.

Your move.

Amnesia

Published August 2, 2017 in Eve - 0 Comments

Amnesia

Eve put the forget-me-nots on the counter.

She put blue water in a vase and the powder,

which she wanted to taste,

but then wondered, “Is it poison?”

Her friend boy was gone for the weekend,

to the Pinnacles.

It was so hot there that his sweat evaporated

and made it rain on the highway.

Lock It

Published August 1, 2017 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

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Grandma pointed the ’38

in Cartwright’s face.

He looked away, not wanting to see anymore.

“Here’s how it’s gonna work.” she said.

“You’re going to lie facedown, and wait for the police.”

He did so, closing his eyes.

“Then, you’re going to cop a 5150

and you’re not getting out until you’re

90 days sober.”