(another’s
voice, “damn near perfect”
my
voice, “if you believe in such things”)
4:30 a.m.
the
moon looks like a broken poker chip
it’s
quiet
well,
as quiet as l.a. can get
smoking
a cigarette
the
can of beer i’ve pulled
from
my coat pocket has stayed cold
on
this december morning
listening
to mogwai’s
“take
me somewhere nice”
someone
walks by
casts
a wary eye
i
look down at the ground
i’m
nothing that’s found
on
the list of things
that
will attack you
the
sky will be blue
while
i’m sleeping
but
for now i’m keeping
watch
over that broken poker chip
as
if it is something
the
winner snapped in two
and
threw
at
the loser with haughty disdain
someone
from europe messaged me
through
my blog
called
me a hog
for
the lifestyle i linger in
i
am someone they can’t stand
ah,
another fan
i
switch my selection to low’s
“i
could live with hope”
drop
my cigarette butt
into
the empty beer can
toss
it in the trash
walk
away like the ashes
i
flick off my cigarette
pull
another can
from
my coat pocket
think
of that song
by
love and rockets
“ball
of confusion:
that’s
what the world is today”
and
that’s the way it has stayed
since
they released that record
but
i’m not confused
just
burning the fuse at both ends
decide
to end my selection
and
play yael naim’s “toxic”
another
smoke lit
another
can in my hand
this
coat has really big pockets
more
eyes in sockets
cast
apprehension
good
old l.a.
i
decide to play
tango
with lion’s “in a bar”
my
place isn’t far
but
i’m not ready
to
end this tango
pull
a bag of takis fuego
from
another pocket
joseph
never had such
a
multicolored coat
(even
poets have to eat)
one
girl i pass asks
if
i’m interested in a good time
“i’m
always interested in that”
i
reply
hand
her some money
walk
away
i
do a lot of things on these
dark
streets of decay
but
i don’t violate someone’s daughter
who
has lost her way
don’t
mistake that for morals
i’m
the first to quarrel
there
is no right or wrong
and
we all sell ourselves
for
sustenance everyday
but
she’s not a hooker
she’s
a human being
and
i just can’t
enough
of this rant
i
pass a stumbling homeless man
who’s
peed his pants
select
groove armada’s “think twice”
it
would be nice
to
sit at the table
but
i’m the whore
who
wept at jesus’ feet
and
wiped them dry with her hair
i
just learned that no one cares
unless
it conveniently completes
their
perfect circle
cats
are never purple
it’s
an evolution thing
borders
without order
explained
by equations
very
few can understand
and
have to have faith
physicists
know what they are doing
again
another faith based system
we
are considered too trite to question
we
are an insect infestation
slated
for extermination
which
is why i’ve selected
giga
papaskiri’s “lucie from paris”
lit
another cigarette
opened
my last can of beer
live
without fear
that
you are right and i am wrong
while
i walk the meaningless menagerie
of
this metropolis
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