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Very Rude Elevator Screamers

VRES

There they were.

Just letting their voices be heard.

They’re all women.

Angry women,

Women with ideas and concerns.

Strong women.

Women with a strategy.

These women, they’re onto something.

And, frankly,

I want to serve them,

But I’m imperfect.

I’ll go to the end of the earth,

for them.

I thought about it.

You get one life,

Whose cause are you gonna trumpet?

These women,

I believe in them.

 

 

 

Seconal

Seconal

Took a hand full

Because who the fuck wants

to be more anxious?

You can keep your

Methedrine buzzcock.

I need to get chill.

And by the way,

You’re dead to me.

I have one rule in life.

You only get to

Disrespect me once.

After that, you’re dead to me.

So just keep dragging

Your little red wagon along.

And just so you know 

My plan is to eviscerate

Your central premise.

I’m going to destroy 

Your big idea

To render your whole operation 

Moot and suspect.

It will be like 

a conceptual Molotov cocktail.

Exploding your brainchild architecture.

Planting doubt in all 

But your most loyal followers.

Misfits

Published August 8, 2018 in I Don't Even Know , LA Stories - 0 Comments

Misfits

This is Miki.

Rumor has it, he’s one of Monty Clift’s lifetimes.

Reincarnated into a South LA feral cat colony.

Born into a back alley chance.

Adopted by a lunatic, he lucked into

a life off the street.

He’s a hard cuddler,

like deep into your elbow, armpit or chest.

He digs in and loves on you.

Like the street is hard.

Like the pavement.

He loves you like a concrete block.

Not everyone made it into the house.

The others still live on the street

and visit him at the open window

where he pushes against the screen

and calls to his brothers after nightfall.

Lola Lola

Published May 28, 2018 in LA Stories , Lola Lola - 0 Comments

Lola Lola

My girl is so fine,

If she were a mathematical equation,

She would solve

the mystery of the universe.

She is so sweet,

If she was a cupcake,

she’d be the one

that made your teeth hurt.

And she’s so tough,

If she was a tigress,

She’d rip your face off.

Yup, I’m lucky.

Scared shitless, but lucky.

A Neighborly Day in the Beautywood

Published December 28, 2017 in Artificial Intelligence , LA Stories - 0 Comments

Another Planet

4 hoodbirds.
Sitting on a high wire.
The ring leader, Heavy,
munching on a finch.

Just another day in paradise.
Jill, Heavy’s friend lady, was feeling
slighted because he was ignoring her.

Meanwhile his henchmen, Maurice and Bilko,
we’re kibitzing.
“Look at her, looking all dejected.
The boss has got to eat.”
“He eats first, everyone knows that.”
“Did you hear those parrots?”
“Yeah, what a racket.”

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Another strange AI caption. I liked the idea of these four ravens being extraterrestrials.

Visitation

Published December 28, 2017 in LA Stories - 0 Comments

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Little concrete angel
oddly life like.
Caught sitting and
Turned to stone.
Time has chipped away
at him.
But has not diminished
his innocence or kindness.
Or maybe
he’s nothing more
then sand, cement and stones
molded into something
children once
longed for.

Kitchen Decisions

Published December 24, 2017 in LA Stories - 0 Comments

Kitchen Decisions2You know,

the ones that affirm life.

Is it garlic and olive oil?

Or garlic and time (thyme)?

You know what I meant.

With the knives it’s always

about the project.

Meat and vegetables or…?

How do we want to divide it?

The knife is the vehicle,the angle,

the geometry, the knowing of the key passages

that the knife just liberated.

Cooking is subversion.

Eating is the essence of life.

Straight Butter

Published November 27, 2017 in LA Stories , Max - 0 Comments

Straight Butter

She had engraved the knife 

As a one off trial

To see how it played.

The irony was lost on her.

She’d left it behind.

Now that she was gone

And Max had the house to himself.

He could leave the dishes

And slather “happiness” 

All over his bread.

Possibility is best served toasted,

Actually.

Chips and Bitters

Published November 24, 2017 in I Don't Even Know , LA Stories , Max - 0 Comments

Chips and Bitters

I liken you to a janitor

The way you mopped

The floor with me.

Closed the door on me,

All the while

Saying you adored on me.

And I liken you to a cold syringe 

The way you needled me

Injected me

Infected me with a virus

That protected me

Until you rejected me

All the while

Peeking through 

The peephole 

Smiling on the other side

Of the door.

This

Published November 19, 2017 in LA Stories - 0 Comments

This

This is it.

This now,

This moment.

It’s happening in real time,

right here, in front of us.

Where are you?

I saw you and then you were gone.

I asked after you

and they said that your house was teetering and

defying gravity.

That you were a tight rope walker.

I knew you knew.

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