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Louisville Slugger

Published October 27, 2017 in LA Stories - 0 Comments

Louisville slugger

“Hey batter, no batter, hey batter, you can’t hit.”

Bat, listen to me. I need you now.

Come here, I kiss you.

Swing and a miss.

I bite you!

Just make contact, that’s all.

Foul ball right field line.

Pretty please,

with sugar on top.

I lick you.

One base hit, It’s all I ask.

The Forger

Published October 17, 2017 in LA Stories , WB - 0 Comments

The Forger

Some of the best criminals

don’t choose it as a career path.

They don’t wake up one morning and say,

“Yeah, I want a life of crime.”

They gradually fall into it one little compromise

and action followed by another until

they’re in too deep.

WB’s Max Ernst sold for five million

and it fooled even the most

discerning collectors and dealers.

It was the dirt he put in the painting

that he collected from an attic in Barcelona.

Just Deserts

Published October 15, 2017 in Jack Sprat , LA Stories - 0 Comments

Just Deserts

God works in mysterious ways.

Rashes, sores and pestilence.

How people love to make him responsible

for all manner of random.

Then search for the meaning why.

Was it retribution or reward?

A death in the family,

the whole block burned but their house was spared.

The tree was struck by lightning and the sap exploded

sending shrapnel towards the house.

In the window was their coat of arms

it took a direct hit and smashed to pieces.

They’re cursed now for a whole generation.

Watching the Trains Go By

Published October 13, 2017 in Hobos , LA Stories - 0 Comments

Watching the trains2

Red ball, line of freight cars

big as a football field.

Standing on the platform,

smoking a cheap cigar.

Thinking about the next stop,

forgetting all the last stops.

No home to settle down,

No savings to fall back on.

There’s no 401Ks for drifters.

History doesn’t care for those who ride the Cadillac grainer.

Ghost Dancer

Published October 6, 2017 in LA Stories , Ophelia - 0 Comments

Ghost Dancer

“You know how old the office is.

She came for a treatment and had a visitation.”

“It was a woman though.”

“Everyone who works there knows Fred.

He’s a spirit that everyone has seen.”

“No one has ever seen a woman before.”

“Apparently, she had some kind of cough.

Hacked and hacked like a smoker.”

“Fred would never smoke. He’s a dancer.

We’ve seen him Tango, I kid you not.”

Rambling Powder

Published September 11, 2017 in LA Stories , Lovro - 0 Comments

Rambling Powder

Lovro had a ritual.

Laid the herbs meticulously on parchment paper,

weighed out each ingredient

and created perfectly arranged packages.

The process was meditative and it calmed his nerves.

Once assembled, he carefully folded each parcel

into a neat package and put them gingerly

into a brown paper bag.

Wrote the patent’s name

on the bag in meticulous print.

Now if he could only spend his life doing this,

everything would be alright.

Dirtweed Freakpants

Published September 1, 2017 in Eve , LA Stories - 0 Comments

Dirtweed Freakpants

At the laundromat.

And the knuckleschmucks are doing bong hits in the back.

Like, straight up blowing smoke all over the planet.

And Eve just wants to do her laundry.

Who are these anarchist people?

Ok, it’s California, but do we all have to

breathe weed smoke all day long?

Some of us like oxygen.

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.

Off Kilter

Published July 30, 2017 in I Don't Even Know , LA Stories - 0 Comments

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After only being here for a short time,

I’m not exactly sure if I’ve been here before.

Some things are familiar.

Like the cricket’s song.

But, it sounds like they’re signing in another language.

And everyone’s pointing pistols,

like they need them to speak.

Then I woke up and

realized I was in a movie.